Page 17 of Committed to You

“Noah—”

“Don’t worry. Everything is fine.”

I point to the guards. “That isn’t fine, Noah.”

Noah and I go back and forth a bit and decide it’s best if Quinn and Vivian stay at my place. Jamison is there as well, while his place is being remodeled.

When visiting hours are over, I send for my driver and Quinn, Vivian, Jamison, and I pile into the car.

It’s been an emotional day, and everyone is worn out. I sit next to Vivian, Quinn and Jamison are on the seat across from us.

“It’s going to be about an hour’s drive due to traffic,” Jamison says.

Vivian yawns.

“You tired?” I ask.

“A little.”

“Me, too.” Quinn yawns as well.

“Well, I guess it’s your lucky day because you each get a human pillow.”

Vivian laughs. “A human pillow?”

“Yep.” I put my arm around her and pull her into my chest then reposition my body slightly. “Put your feet up on the seat.”

“If you insist.”

Jamison follows suit, and Quinn lies down on him.

Halfway to my place, the girls are both asleep. Jamison raises his brow.

I point between the girls and mouth, “Beautiful people.” He chuckles.

When we get to my house, I wake Vivian, and we go up to the penthouse. I open a bottle of wine, and Quinn and Jamison come in and start dinner.

“That’s our cue.” I grab Vivian’s hand.

“Where are we going?”

“Away from the kitchen so they can slave over our dinner,” I tease and guide her to the living room.

“You have an incredible view.” She walks over to the window.

The incredible view is you.

“Thanks. I snagged this place when it went on the market.”

“Did you gut it?”

“Yep. It was a fire hazard waiting to happen. Everything was from the 1970s.”

“Pink or blue toilets?”

“Both.”

She laughs. “You hit the jackpot.”

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