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“But? But what?”
He smiled gently at me, replacing my nerves with a full-body heat. “But Mac is a professional hockey player and we want to have kids. If you’re married to him, you’ll have full access to the team’s doctors and great insurance and—”
“But you have access to all of that, too.”
“And so do you—while you’re working for the team. Mac’s going to be in hockey until he retires. You and I might not be.”
“So?”
“It comes down to practicality.”
“What if I don’t want practical?”
Bash shrugged and tucked my hair behind my ear. “We’re living in a fairy tale—the three of us have something most people don’t even know is possible. If this one area must be a compromise that’s more practical than romantic, I’m okay with that.”
“And you won’t feel left out?” Mac asked, his brows furrowed.
Bash shook his head and laughed. “I’ve been with the two of you long enough to know you couldn’t survive without me.”
“What if we could?” Mac smirked and backed up as Bash stalked closer to him.
“Yeah. I’m not letting that happen.” He pinned Mac against the nearest tree and kissed him so deeply I gasped.
He nipped Mac’s lower lip and backed up like he was totally unaffected. Meanwhile, Mac had to readjust himself, clearly as turned on by that kiss as I was.
“They’re going to wonder where we’re at. Come on.” Bash grabbed half the stack of wood and took off before we could even catch our breath.
“That asshole,” Mac muttered, grabbing the rest of it.
“He’s right, though. We’d be lost without him sometimes.”
“All the time.” Mac smirked. “And I kind of like that.”
“Oh, me too. But we can’t let him know that. He’s already smug enough.”
“Never.” Mac straightened up his stack of wood and looked so cute my mouth went dry.
My whole life, I wondered who I would marry, and I didn’t have to wonder any longer. I stared at Mac, drinking in the sight of him. His blonde hair that was unruly from his nap, his gray-green eyes that were unlike anything else on this planet. I couldn’t have dreamed him up, but he was perfect. And he was mine.
And we had Bash. Bash was everything the two of us weren’t and my body flushed with fresh heat as I thought of our fiancé. Our relationship was unconventional, and it felt like the entire world was currently against us, but we had each other. Maybe we could change that, though. Our parents just needed some time and we could show them that this was serious. None of us were going anywhere, so they’d have to get used to it.
“Are you going to kiss me?”
I blinked and hesitated. “What?”
“You were staring…”
My cheeks burned, and I bit my lower lip.
“I really want to kiss you, but I can’t get to you unless I set this down, Pink.”
“Noted.” I leaned up and pressed my lips to his.
He tasted like Bash, and my heart raced. “I can’t wait to be your wife,” I whispered. “And I can’t wait for Bash to be our husband.”
“Good,” he murmured against my lips. “Me either.”
The fire was roaring, and I slipped into the seat next to Bash. He loaded up a roasting stick with a marshmallow and passed it to me. I scooted closer to the flames and looked around at our somber group.
