Page 30 of Room Thirty: Perfect Little Doll

“What’s going on is, we’re here to pick you up,” I shared gently.

“Pick me up.” Her brows rose, and I nodded. “To go to work?” she asked, just like I knew she would.

“No, baby girl.” I took a tentative step closer. When she didn’t back away from me, I took another and another. Until I was close enough to reach for her hand. “How are you feeling? After yesterday.”

“I’m…” Her eyes darted to the men behind me, who had also moved closer. “Yesterday… If we do this—"

“Shh,” I hushed and winked at her, bringing her hand up between us. “It’s going to be okay,” I reassured her.

We would make anything and everything okay for her.

Always.

“Get dressed for us, baby, and we will explain,” I gently ordered. Her eyes stayed on mine before they bounced to the guys behind me.

“You promise?”

“We do,” we answered simultaneously.

“Did you practice that?” She giggled, and when we all said, “No,” at the same exact time, I knew her laughter gave us each a little more hope.

“I haven’t made coffee yet but—" I pulled her into me and cupped her face like she belonged to us.

“We’re fine, beautiful. We just need you to get dressed, but not for work.”

“Not for work?” she repeated. Her gaze searched mine. “But all your appointments and meeting with—"

“We took care of that. Moved things around. So, go get ready.”

“If we’re not going to work, how should I dress? I mean, what should I put on?” I turned to look at the men at my back, and Fox nodded.

“We’re getting away for a couple of days,” I started to say.

“A couple of… Are you guys crazy?” Her eyes turned to saucers. “What about that contract and signing the new rookie and those meetings you—"

“Ronan just told you. We got it. We are taking care of something more important than work,” Fox filled her in. Her brows bunched adorably as she looked at each one of us nod in agreement.

“What’s that?”

“You,” Carey answered.

“Me?”

“You,” Fox repeated.

“You,” I joined. “Put something breathable on. It’s going to be a little… humid.”

“Okay. I will be right back, then,” she said, but she didn’t move. Her eyes were on mine, our fingers interwoven. “I’m sorry about yesterday. I was overwhelmed but—"

“Baby, you don’t have to explain—” I started to say, but her free hand rose, and the tips of her fingers touched my lips.

“I do,” she whispered. “I’ve never gone on different dates with two guys in the same day, much less kiss two or three. Yesterday was like… like a fever dream with, umm,”—her eyes left mine, and I knew they jumped between the men behind me—“you guys. But"—her gaze returned to mine— “but last night, I really regretted freaking out and not kissing you, too.”

Our girl was too freaking sweet for her own good. We didn’t deserve her, but we would fight like hell to keep her.

I pulled her in and dipped my head down, all while ignoring Carey and Fox. “You telling me you’re okay with me kissing you now?” I rasped, resting both my hands on her waist. Her brown eyes were beautiful pools of rich chocolate.

“Do you still want to kiss me?” My fingers dug into her skin at the silly question. She had no idea, but Jesus, I couldn’t wait for us to put in the work and time for her to never ask that again. The smile on my face widened.