“He gets away with it every time,” Tobias mutters, but he’s smiling. “Always the favorite.”

“You’re all my favorite. We are my favorite,” I say, dropping my feet to the ground so I can face all three men at once. Look up into their incredible faces and marvel over the swelling inside of me. “I love all three of you equally.” My voice catches, the emotion of the last hour clobbering me over the head. “I love all three of you so much.”

Gabe’s chest hollows and inflates dramatically. “Maybe it won’t be so hard to get her on a beach in a white dress with a violinist after all.”

My throat burns. “You mean a commitment ceremony?”

“Yes,” Tobias says.

Banks nods, seemingly unable to speak.

“I looked it up,” I admit, wiping at my damp eyes.

For some reason, the three of them find this admission quite remarkable—and they all converge on me at once, enclosing me in an unbreakable circle.

“I love you, Elise,” Tobias growls into my neck.

“I love you,” Gabe whispers into my hair.

“I love you,” Banks says, his voice unsteady, followed by a hard kiss.

“I don’t suppose I can convince you to let me publish the piece about your relationship?” Karina says hesitantly to my right. All three of the men bristle, but a kiss to each of their cheeks eases their muscles of tension. “I wasn’t lying when I said it was good.”

“Maybe someday.” I raise an eyebrow. “For now, I think my mole in the mayor’s office story is going to look great on the front page with my byline. Don’t you? Having that kind of clout on my application for journalism school isn’t going to hurt, either.”

Karina inclines her head. There’s a sparkle of appreciation in her eye, along with a request for forgiveness. I’m not quite ready to give it to her yet, but something tells me I will. Soon. There’s so much room in my heart to fill now. So much grace to offer. Love to the power of three can do that to a person.

I take my time looking each of my guys in the eye. “As far as the relationship piece?” I shake my head. “Not until we spend some time writing more of the story. It could be a while.”

“Because this story doesn’t have an end,” says Banks, every word laden with affection.

And as usual, he’s right.

Epilogue

Gabe

Four Years Later

I still steal things.

Right now, I have my eye on one of the white daisies in Elise’s flower crown. She’s wearing it on the dance floor, her arms wrapped around her father’s neck as they dance. I can already see how that flower will look in the scrapbook I’m keeping. Technically, I guess, I’m not really stealing, since everything I take is kept inside of the leather-bound pages where all four of us can easily find it.

There are ticket stubs from our first concert together. Ed Sheeran in Forest Hills. I don’t remember a lot about the show because I was too busy watching our girl sing along with her best friend, Shayna. Me and the guys basically took turns bringing them drinks and standing in the endless line for merchandise. That was well over three years ago—and one of the best nights of my life. Our life.