And then she’d have to move back to her place.

Her stomach turned to knots. Easton had moved her in to keep her safe, and now she was safe. Everything had happened between them so fast.

She had to go home, and then… Her throat tightened. What if after all the excitement, he wasn’t really in love with her?

Stop it, Harlow.

She focused on the fact that her father was safe. Antoine would agree to the deal, wouldn’t he?

She heard the doorbell ring.

“I’ll get it,” Scarlett yelled, champagne flute in hand.

“It’s Rome,” Ace said, looking at his phone.

Moments later, Rome joined them. Saxon tossed a beer at the man.

Harlow kept pacing. Finally, she heard the elevator.

She raced out, circling the stairwell. She met Easton’s gaze.

He smiled. “It’s over. Armand accepted the deal. Your father’s clear, and you’re safe.”

It was like a weight lifted off her. She jumped on him and he caught her.

Harlow kissed him. And when she lifted her head, she saw Vander smiling at them.

“You do smile,” she said.

“Sometimes.” Unfortunately, it disappeared. “The only dampener on the good news is that Durant is in the wind.”

Her gut clenched.

Easton’s hands tightened on her. “Armand cut him loose, and the last he heard, Hugo is planning to go back to France.”

Her gut loosened. “So, he’s gone. You know what, I think I need some champagne. My sister is already working her way through the bottle.”

Easton patted her ass. “I have a wine cellar, remember?”

She smiled. “Thank you. Both of you. I… Things would’ve turned out very differently without your help.”

Easton squeezed her and Vander inclined his head.

“All you have left to do is help me move back to my apartment tomorrow.”

Easton froze. “What?”

“I’m outta here.” Vander vanished like a ghost.

“I’m safe now.” Nerves were alive and kicking inside her. She smoothed her hand over his shoulder. “I can’t just stay here.”

His dark brows drew together. “Why not?”

His angry tone rattled her. “Why not? Because people date for a period of time, then move in after careful consideration—”

“Is that in a fucking rulebook somewhere?”

“Easton. Everything happened at light speed. It’s been crazy. I want to know that what’s between us is real.” She’d do anything to protect it, even if she didn’t like it.

His scowl deepened and he set her on her feet. “You don’t think our love is real?”

She bit her lip. “You’re twisting my words—”

“I love you, and I want you in my fucking bed every night. I want—”

“Hey, guys.” Scarlett appeared, Gia behind her.

“It’s a party,” Gia said. “Time to celebrate.”