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Too much.

Completely overwhelming.

And maybe the best thing I’ve ever stumbled into.

I’m falling—fast.

Still unsure how any of this works. Still terrified it might crash.

But for tonight?

I’m happy as can be.

Chapter Forty-One

Hunter

It’s movie night tonight, and Rilee doesn’t know it yet, but we’ve turned it into a competition.

Grayson sits with military precision on the far end of the couch, a pillow tucked under one arm like it’s a reserved seat sign.

Caleb sprawls dead center, legs stretched out, already digging through the snack bowl like he owns the place. He’s armed with a full bag of sour gummies and zero shame.

I’m on the other end—blanket folded neatly in my lap. Softest one in the house. Her favorite. I may have washed it in her detergent on purpose.

We hear her footsteps coming down the hall, and like three complete idiots, we all tense.

Caleb’s the first to speak. “Rilee,” he calls, grinning like a game show host, “I’ve got sugar and serotonin. You know you want it.”

Grayson pats the spot beside him, calm and composed. “Saved you this seat,” he says softly. “C’mere, baby.”

I don’t say anything at first.

Just lift the blanket slightly and give her a heated look. “Ri,” I say softly, “sit by me?”

She pauses in the doorway, eyes flicking from Grayson… to Caleb… to me.

And freezes.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” she says.

Caleb wiggles the gummy bag. “Limited-time citrus mix.”

“Softest blanket in Michigan,” I mutter, lifting it an inch higher.

“Strategic proximity to wine,” Grayson adds, gesturing to the end table beside him.

She blinks at all three of us. “Are youtestingme?”

Grayson shrugs, not quite denying it.

Caleb grins. “We’re curious.”

“Curious about what?”

I shift uncomfortably.

Caleb admits it, sheepishly. “Just wanted to see who you’d pick.”

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