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“I do,” she confirms. “All three of you ridiculous idiots.”
“Ridiculous idiots who just made you come twice,” Wyatt points out.
“Fair point.”
I should say more. Should tell her what this means to me. How she’s changed everything. How I don’t dream about the accident anymore, just her.
But she’s already falling asleep, her breathing going deep and even, and Jordie’s out too, his arm still draped over us.
Only Wyatt’s still awake. I can tell by the way he’s watching us.
“You good?” I ask quietly.
“Yeah. You?”
“Better than good.”
“Good.” He’s quiet for a second. “She’s it, you know. For all of us.”
“I know.”
“Don’t screw it up, Captain.”
“Wasn’t planning on it.”
He makes this sound that might be a laugh. “Good. Because Jordie and I will kick your ass if you do.”
“Noted.”
I fall asleep with Elise on my chest, Jordie beside us, and Wyatt’s hand still resting on her ankle like he needs the contact to believe this is real.
And for the first time in two and a half years, I don’t dream about the accident.
I don’t dream at all.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
THE BLOWUP
Elise
The email comes at 7:23 AM on a Wednesday, two weeks after we get back from Christmas break.
I’m still in bed—Grant’s bed, technically—with Wyatt’s arm draped over my waist and Jordie’s leg tangled with mine. We’ve gotten good at the Tetris game of fitting four people into a space designed for two.
My phone buzzes on the nightstand. I grab it, squinting at the screen.
FROM: [email protected] SUBJECT: Mandatory Meeting - Residential Violation
My stomach drops.
“Guys.” I shake Wyatt’s shoulder. “Guys, wake up.”
“Five more minutes,” Jordie mumbles into my hair.
“No. Now. We have a problem.”
That gets Grant’s attention. He’s already sitting up, hair sticking up in every direction. “What kind of problem?”
