Something More (22 page)

“Yeah,” I said softly. “I’ll do that. I can give my notice at the end of the month.”

“Really?” Noah asked, his voice lifting.

“Yeah. I don’t want to be without you guys anymore.”

It was my barest truth, laid out for them.

Over the following weeks, I brought my belongings over to our house, little by little. Suitcase by suitcase. It was so weird to have my own key, to walk in without ever knocking, and to think of it as
our
house. True to their word, Jonathan and Noah had cleared space for me in their closet.
 

I didn’t need anything from my kitchen, but I brought my coffee pot anyway, just in case theirs broke. No one needed to experience me without caffeine in the morning. I sold my couches and bed. I gave my antique dresser to a friend who had always drooled over it. I kept things that had sentimental value and let go of those that didn’t matter, merging two households into one.

Wednesdays and Friday through Sunday turned into every day. Every night.

Living with two guys was a constant challenge. Noah was right: the fact that the toilet seat was up constantly began to wear on me, but he was wrong that I’d ever leave over it. If the toilet seat being up was the worst we went through together, we were pretty damn lucky.

On my birthday, they showed up at my office with cupcakes from Noah’s bakery and balloons.

“Happy birthday,” Jay said, practically bouncing on his heels.

“Thank you.” I wrapped my arms around his waist, not stealing the kiss I wanted since Sherry, my assistant, was standing right there.

“Thank you, too,” I said to Noah.

“Hold my calls for a few minutes?” I asked Sherry.

“You got it, boss,” she said, smiling.
 

Yeah, she probably knew. My men had been by at least a dozen times over the last few months, separately and together, but we’d never discussed it. As long as she could pretend, I could pretend.
 

My job was practically the only place we weren’t out, and it was only a matter of time before I ran into a coworker or boss in a social setting. Moments like that made me wonder, though, how long we’d go on without making some kind of a deeper commitment to each other, or what that would even look like.
 
I didn’t have the answers, but I knew we’d find them together.

With the door safely closed, Noah swiped his finger through the vanilla bean buttercream he knew was my favorite, bringing it to my mouth.
 

I was another year older and wiser and the happiest I’d been in my life. I could only imagine what kind of fun the next year would bring, and I couldn’t wait.