We chuckled, glancing up only to look at Enzo. He was still glaring daggers, making me snicker. Chelsea cleared her throat, calming down.

“Hey, he’s dating you. He might still kill me.”

I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, right. If he did that, he’d be a dead man himself.”

“What are you two talking about?” Enzo asked.

“Nothing!” I called. I grinned as I saw a familiar face approaching us. “Melony, how are you?”

“Fabulous as always.” She walked over to me, and her smile faltered before she cleared her throat. “And who is this?”

I glanced at Chelsea. “Oh, this is my good friend Chelsea or Chels. This is Melony.”

“Hi,” Melony said.

“Um, hi,” Chelsea mumbled. “I, uh, what—”

“Chelsea’s tired,” I said quickly. “We’ve been moving stuff all day. Can you check Enzo out to make sure he’s okay? I won’t let him move until we’re sure.”

“Right, I should do that.” She took a few steps back, her eyes still lingering on Chelsea. “Nice to meet you.”

“Yeah, you too.”

Melony turned on her heels, a visible pep in her step as she bounced over to Enzo. Chelsea’s eyes ran up her long legs. She whistled.

“She single?”

“I think she has a girlfriend,” I said.

“Are they serious?”

I elbowed her. “Chelsea! Bad girl, down.”

She groaned. “It’s like she walked right out of my dreams.”

I shook my head. “Are you going to move boxes or daydream?”

“Daydream?”

My elbow collided with her side again. She hissed at me, but one glance from Melony made her scramble from the back of the truck. Chelsea picked up a box, propped it onto her shoulder, and made her way to the apartment.

I shook my head. “Show off.”

“Shhh!”

We carried the boxes in while Melony and Enzo broke off to the guest room. It was the one place that wasn’t stuffed full of boxes. I navigated a few stacks. Penelope meowed at me from his spot on the wall perch Enzo had built for him. I reached up, scratched between his fluffy ears, and kept going up the stairs.

Smoke filled the air. I waved a hand through it, narrowing my eyes at Giancarlo and Benito. Both of them paused, blowing smoke out of the window and looking as if they were kids who had been caught sneaking into the cookie jar.

“I thought you two were helping,” I said as I put a box down.

“Busted.” Gin grinned, walking over to throw an arm around my neck. “We’re having a smoke break. Want one?”

I peeled his arm off. “Nope. I’ll be out of breath. And don’t let Enzo see you touching me.”

“Right. I keep forgetting he’s crazy these days.” Gin laughed. “We’re practically brothers now. He’ll have to get over it.”

“Don’t start shit,” Benito warned his brother. “I’m not cleaning up anyone’s blood.”