Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 76647 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76647 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
“What’s that?”
“That after that, you come back to San Francisco with us.”
My breath caught in my throat. “For how long?”
“For as long as we want,” Tristan said. “Is this really the life you want out here? If you came with us, you could be the writer you were meant to be.”
“No offense, but I don’t think this is the place for you,” Drew said. “It’s too cutthroat. There are too many people who treat other people like crap. Come live with us.”
“Live with you? Like in your house?”
Carter chuckled. “Drew doesn’t have a house, just a small studio. I believe he just invited you to come live with me.”
Drew’s cheeks flushed, but he didn’t stop smiling.
“Tristan lives in my place, too,” Carter added.
“So… it would just be the three of us?” I frowned.
Tristan shook his head at the same time Carter said, “No. I’m inviting you both to live with us.”
“Really?” Drew and I said at the same time.
“Really,” Carter confirmed. “But it’s a package deal. Either you’re both in our you’re both out.”
Drew and I grinned at each other. There wasn’t very much to think about. “We’re in,” I said, and Drew nodded.
“Good,” Tristan said. “Now can we get out of here?”
“Gladly,” I said.
And I was glad to leave my old life—one that no longer suited me—behind. And very glad for the chance to spend my time with these men who were so important to me.
Men I loved.
It was a perfect Hollywood ending.