Remi adjusted the collar of her scrubs, coffee finally in hand, and took a slow, satisfied sip. “Ah,” she sighed. “Crisis averted. I can now function like a normal adult.”
Rae leaned against the counter beside Del, both of them very deliberately still wearing their mates’ shirts—Rae in Trey’s, sleeves pushed up and collar loose; Del drowning comfortably in Elijah’s, the hem brushing her thighs. Aspen sat squarely between them, staring up at Remi like she personally owed him something.
Remi’s lips twitched. “You know,” she said casually, glancing between the two of them, “I almost feel bad that I don’t have to deal with Zoom meetings today.”
Rae groaned. “Don’t.”
“Oh, I’m going to,” Remi said sweetly. “Because while I’ll be at the hospital saving lives, you two will be at home on video
