By the time we get back to the house, Lily already looks more relaxed.
She’s survived Lucas’s driving, Gabriel’s mood swings, and my not-so-subtle threats earlier, so honestly? The worst part is over.
The house is loud when we walk in. Not chaotic—just lived in. The boys are scattered everywhere like usual. Francesco’s in the kitchen, Cassian’s near the window, Enzo’s on the couch, and Alex is standing by the counter, phone in his hand.
Max looks up first when he hears the door.
“There you are,” he says easily, crossing the room to kiss my cheek. “Everything good?”
“All good,” I say. “Brought Lily.”
“As planned,” he nods, smiling at her. “You already know me.”
“Yes,” Lily laughs. “The fiancé.”
“Unfortunately,” Lucas mutters, walking past us.
Max flips him off without even looking.
