Scarlet grinned as Roman reached for her hand, holding it in his, while Tate rolled to his side, throwing his muscular arm over her and Roman.
“I know we haven’t known each other long, but I’m pretty sure I’m falling in love with both of you,” Tate confessed.
“We have the rest of our lives to fall in love,” Scarlet said. “I want it to be slow. I want to fall in love with both of you bit by bit.” She smiled, eyes half closed. “But I think I’ll probably be stupidly in love with you by the time we get back to Boston for our binding ceremony.”
“I’m already there,” Roman said. “You both had me at ‘Baby Shark’.”
The three of them laughed.
“So what now?” Roman asked. “Nap? Dinner? Walk by the water?”
Scarlet glanced toward the door to the en suite. “I vote we break in the Jacuzzi.”
Tate, who hadn’t stirred during Roman’s suggestions, rose the second she said Jacuzzi. “I’ll run the water.”
Thirty minutes later, Scarlet leaned back against Roman’s chest, sinking deeper into the hot water and bubbles in the Jacuzzi. Tate sat facing them across the large tub, lightly stroking the side of her thigh with one of his feet.
“I may never leave here,” Scarlet murmured as Roman’s hands wrapped around her so that he could cup her breasts in his palms.
“The Jacuzzi or Nantucket?” Tate asked, without lifting his head to look at them. He was sprawled out in a pose of complete relaxation, his head resting against the tub, his eyes closed, his expression one of pure bliss.
“Both? Actually…” Scarlet reconsidered. “I’ve changed my mind. Because it doesn’t matter where I am as long as I’m with the two of you.”
Roman drew her hair around one shoulder, baring her neck so that he could kiss it. “I couldn’t agree more.”
“But that still leaves me with a pretty big dilemma,” Scarlet said.
Tate lifted his head and glanced at her. “It does?”
“I can’t decide which list to make first.” She shifted to the side so she could see both of them. “The sex positions list or the list where we combine our three lives into one. Because we have to figure out jobs, living arrangements, which city we’re going to settle down in, who is marrying who legally, and what our cover story is to the world at large, how many kids we want, stainless or black appliances in the kitchen.” Scarlet kept her expression serious.
Well, she tried.
She could feel her lips twitching with a smile as she secretly relished the somewhat horrified, shell-shocked looks on their faces. She paused briefly, feigning concern. “What’s wrong? Did I miss a list? It might be a bit early to start making lists of baby names, but given that Roman’s family seems to have a mythological naming convention, maybe we should start now.”
“I’ve just seen my future,” Tate said. “And I’m pretty sure it involves a lot of shifting furniture three inches to the left...and back again.”
“Or rehanging picture frames,” Roman added.
“First of all, if you place the couch precisely where it should be, according to the diagram, you won’t have to. Also, I won’t hang any pictures until I’m certain where I want them. What you’ll have to do is double-check your level marks. Measure twice, drill once.” She frowned in mock consideration. “Maybe we should make a list of what each of you is good at so I know how to allocate manpower.”
Roman put his hand over his eyes.
“I’m just a simple henchman,” Tate moaned dramatically. “And...grad student.” He raised his head. “Uh, I’m stuck in Boston for at least two more years.”
Scarlet gave up and laughed.
“I know you were teasing.” Roman lifted his head. “But I also expect that you will make most of those lists.”
She probably would. “Can we just agree I get to be in charge of life planning and logistics?”
“Keep looking sexy like that and I’ll…” Tate glanced at Roman, who nodded. “We’ll...agree to anything.”
Yep. She was going to be all the way in love with them by the time they made it back to Boston.
Epilogue
Two Days Earlier, Boston
The wedding was beautiful. Tate stood beside Scarlet at the back of the room. She wore a black pantsuit, her headset firmly in place. Her suit jacket had deep pockets, which—like Mary Poppins’ bag—seemed to contain everything anyone could possibly need. She’d pulled out a lint brush to lift a speck of something from the father of the bride’s shoulder. She’d produced a pack of Kleenex when someone started sniffling.
Tate was at the wedding as security, which was why he was at the back with her, though he’d made sure to greet and talk to a very nervous-looking Luca when he walked in with Oscar, who looked so damned relieved. They’d had their real binding ceremony with the Grand Master, so they now knew they were in a trinity, and this wedding…this was a first of its kind celebration.
Andre was the other person on security detail, stationed in the hall, which he’d bitched about until Scarlet promised to make sure the tray-passed hors d’oeuvres came his way.
Roman was seated between his aunt and uncles—Selene’s parents—and Selene’s sister, Theia. She was the one who’d started sniffling.
The setup he and Roman had helped with now made sense. Selene, resplendent in a pale champagne-colored dress with gold and ivory lace, holding a bouquet of hydrangeas wrapped in gold ribbon had walked down the aisle to her husbands.
Now the trinity stood before the wall of stacked blocks, which were lit from within in pale blues, golds, and icy white. A semi-opaque overlay of the triquetra muted some of the light and created a beautiful backdrop.
Sebastian performed the edited binding ceremony. They had just done the real one in the medallion room of the Trinity Masters headquarters with the Grand