I looked over my shoulder, and all the guys were standing there, looking mouthwatering. Rigby was rocking the mountain man look in dark blue jeans, white sneakers and a check shirt that clung to his pecs and biceps like it wanted to be part of him. Devan was wearing dark, tight chinos, and a rust-colored button-down that seemed to make his skin even more deliciously golden. River was wearing black jeans that seemed to scream for mercy around those hockey thighs, and a white shirt that was loose and cool, but stretched across the places that mattered.

In short, they looked fucking delicious.

Rigby grinned at me. “Your mouth is hanging open, Fireball.”

Hearing his nickname for me had the dual effect of knocking me out of my blatant perusal, and making my heart ache. I shook my head. “Sorry, I didn’t know you guys were going out. I’m happy to stay in and mind Huey. I must have gotten our wires crossed about which night it was.”

I’d message Julieta in the car and beg off. It would be a relief after seeing the guys looking like that. They were obviously hitting up the clubs, and looking like that, probably going home with some pretty girls they didn’t have to share.

There was a long silence between us until Lorraine huffed. “We’re here to babysit, Nova.” My head whipped between her and the guys.

Rigby was nodding. “We’re going out with you, but if we don’t hurry up, Julieta will pregame too hard and we won’t make it to the club at all.” They bundled me out the door, and before I knew it, I was in the back seat of River’s SUV.

“I didn’t realize you guys were coming too,” I said, trying not to think about how good they smelled.

River didn’t start the car. We just sat in the driveway as Rigby turned to me. “Nova Stone. We were dumb to let you go. Dumb to care what other people thought. Dumb to let some corporate shark in a suit tell us who we could and couldn’t love. This? This is special. Worth fighting for.”

I was dumbfounded. My mouth kept opening and closing, but nothing came out.

Rigby reached over and grabbed my hand. “Tonight, we’re going to go out. We’re going to dance, and have fun, and fuck what everyone else says. The only people who matter are in this car.”

“And your parents,” I whispered.

Rigby laughed. “And my parents. But my mom has already mentally adopted you after she met you once, and my dad is thrilled to have a grandson already. I think he’s bored in retirement and wants someone to dote on. Huey’s it.”