Epilogue
REMY
One Year Later
The penthouse smells like my lasagna, which means Sunday dinner is about to get chaotic in the best way.
I’m setting the table when Breck comes up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and pressing a kiss to my neck. “Need help?”
“You could grab the wine.” I lean back into him. “The good stuff. Your grandmother is bringing her famous tiramisu.”
“She’s going to want updates.” He releases me but steals another kiss. “You know she will.”
I do know. Sadie has been asking about ring shopping for months now, despite our repeated assurances that we’re not in a rush. She’s convinced we need to “make it official,” as if living together and being disgustingly happy isn’t official enough.
I’ve tried explaining that legally marrying three brothers is complicated, but Sadie waves her hand and says, “Minor details.” I’m starting to understand where the triplets get their stubbornness.
The elevator chimes. Enzo emerges first, followed by Sadie, who’s carrying a dessert container that probably weighs more than she does.
“Let me get that, Gran,” Enzo says.
“I’m seventy-nine, not dead.” She swats his hand but lets him take it, anyway. “Remy, darling, you look radiant.”
I hug her. “You say that every week.”
“Because it’s true every week.” She pulls back and studies my face. “You’ve changed my boys’ lives for the better in so many ways. I’m so grateful for you.”
“So are we, Gran.” Ansel steps out of his office and smiles at me before hugging Sadie.
She moves toward the kitchen to hug her other grandsons.
The doorbell rings, and I go to open the door. Dad is walking without a cane now, and physical therapy has worked miracles. Mom’s carrying three different side dishes because she still doesn’t believe we have enough food.
“Remy!” She sets down the dishes before pulling me into a hug.
Dad shakes hands with each of the triplets. “Boys. Taking good care of my daughter?”
“Always, sir,” Ansel responds automatically.
Dad grins. “Good. Because I’ve got three sons-in-law to keep in line now.”
“Dad.” I press my hand to my forehead. I’m not going to bother reminding him that we aren’t married.
“What? I’m recovered now. I can threaten people again.”
The doorbell rings once more.
I open the door, and my best friend immediately pulls me into a hug. “Okay, you’re glowing. Are you pregnant?”
“I’m not pregnant, Jess. I’m just happy.”
“Ugh. Gross.” She grins. “But also, I’m really glad.”
What is with everyone today?
Dinner is loud and chaotic and perfect. Dad tells stories that have everyone laughing. Sadie grills the triplets about the company’s latest merger.
“The Geneva account is thriving,” Ansel mentions. “Their infrastructure is more secure than most government facilities now.”
Enzo passes the salad. “That’s because Remy rebuilt it from the ground up.”
“Speaking of security,” Dad says, “what happened to that former employee? The one whose breach is why you hired Remy in the first place?”
“Serving eighteen months in federal prison,” Breck answers. “His sentencing came through last week.”
“That is the best thing that bastard ever did for us.” Enzo looks at me with warmth. “Even though he was trying to sabotage us, he brought Remy into our lives.”
Mom reaches over and squeezes my hand. “Silver linings.”
“And Damon?” Jess asks. “Please tell me that asshole got what he deserved.”
The table goes quiet.
“Three years for conspiracy to commit kidnapping and providing material support,” Ansel intones. “Trent got twenty-five years for the actual kidnapping, assault, and violating bail.”
Breck’s jaw tightens. “Still not long enough.”
I reach over and squeeze his hand under the table. “It’s enough. They’re gone. We’re safe.”
“Speaking of safe,” Sadie pivots smoothly. “How’s business? Remy, you haven’t told me about your latest project.”
I’m grateful for the change of subject. “We just signed a contract with a tech startup. They need a complete security overhaul.”
“She’s got the best reputation in the industry.” Enzo looks at me with pride. “Half our clients specifically request her to work on their projects.”
“And she’s a partner now,” Ansel adds. “Officially.”
Dad beams. “That’s my girl.”
“It’s not just charity.” Breck leans back in his chair. “She’s grown the business by fifteen percent this quarter alone. We’d be stupid not to make her a partner.”
“You would’ve made me a partner, anyway,” I point out. “Nepotism is alive and well.”
“It’s not nepotism if you’re the best person for the job,” Ansel counters.
I laugh. “That’s exactly what someone committing nepotism would say.”
After dinner, while Mom and Sadie work together in the kitchen, trading family recipes, and Dad shows Jess photos of his garden, the triplets pull me onto the terrace.
The city spreads below us, lights glittering in the darkness. Enzo wraps his arms around me from behind while Breck and Ansel stand on either side of me.
“We have something for you.” Ansel pulls out a small box.
My pulse kicks up, and my eyes widen. “We talked about this. We don’t need to prove to anyone else that we’re committed to each other.”
“Don’t worry. It’s not a ring.” Breck grins. “Gran would kill us if we proposed without her here to witness it.”
I open the box, and inside is a delicate necklace with three interlocking circles in white gold, each engraved with tiny coordinates.
“What are these?”
“The place where each of us knew we were in love with you.” Enzo’s lips brush my temple. “Mine is Montana, where I knew that I wanted to wake up to you every morning.”
“Mine is the server room,” Breck tells me. “During the lockdown. When you trusted me enough to let your guard down, even though you were terrified of what it meant.”
“And mine is the office building where we met you for the interview.” Something shifts in Ansel’s tone. “I wanted you that first day. It just took me a while to stop telling myself why I shouldn’t.”
I blink back tears. “You guys are going to make me cry in front of Jess. She’ll never let me hear the end of it.”
“Then let her tease you.” Enzo turns me around to face him. “We want forever with you, Remy.”
“I know.” I touch the necklace. “I want forever with you. With all of you.”
“Even when Ansel’s being controlling?” Breck asks.
“Even then.”
“Even when I’m difficult?” Enzo’s lips quirk.
“Especially then.”
“Even when I’m annoyingly charming?” Breck’s grin widens.
“That’s the easiest part.”
Ansel fastens the necklace around my neck. The three circles rest against my collarbone, warm from his fingers.
“We should get back inside before Sadie comes looking for us.” I lean up and kiss Ansel, then Breck, then Enzo. “But thank you. For this. For everything.”
“Thank you for trusting us.” Ansel’s thumb runs along my jaw.
“For loving us back,” Enzo adds.
“For making our lives better,” Breck finishes.
Through the glass doors, I can see our family. Sadie is now showing Dad something on her phone. Mom is laughing at whatever Jess is saying. This chaotic, beautiful, unconventional family somehow works.
A year ago, I was alone, broke, and convinced I’d never trust anyone again. Now I’m standing on a terrace with three men who love me, who built a life with me, who made me a partner in every sense of the word.
“Come on.” I tug them toward the door. “Before your grandmother sends out a search party.”
“Wait.” Enzo pulls me back. “One more thing.”
“What?”
He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a folded piece of paper. “I finished the design last week and wanted to show you.”
I unfold it. It’s a sketch, a design for Enzo’s tattoo addition. Among the existing geometric patterns and symbols is a new element: a small constellation of three stars forming a triangle, with a fourth star at the center, brighter than the others.
“The fourth star is you.” Enzo’s voice is quiet. “The center of our universe.”
I fold the paper carefully, emotion clogging my throat. “When are you getting it done?”
“Next week. I wanted your approval first.”
“You have it.” I kiss him. “It’s perfect. Can I come with you when I get it?”
“I’d be honored.” He kisses me again, and my heart warms.
How did I get so lucky?
We stay on the terrace a while longer, wrapped in each other and the quiet of the night. Eventually, the cold drives us back inside, where the warmth of family and laughter pulls us in.
By the time everyone leaves, it's nearly midnight. The penthouse is quiet except for the distant hum of the city.
We collapse onto the couch together, exhausted but happy. Ansel pulls me against his side while Breck stretches out on the other end, and Enzo sits on the floor, his back against my legs.
"That went well," Breck says.
"Of course it did. You three were on your best behavior." I smirk.
"Always," Ansel murmurs against my temple.
After a few minutes of decompressing, I force myself to stand. "I need to get ready for bed before I fall asleep right here."
Before I can take a step, Ansel stands and throws me over his shoulder.
"Ansel!" I squeal, laughing. "I need to brush my teeth!"
"I know." He carries me toward the bedroom anyway. "I'm just making sure you actually make it there instead of wandering off to check something on your laptop."
In the ensuite bathroom, we all go through our routines—washing faces, brushing teeth, changing into pajamas and sleep pants. It's comfortable chaos, the four of us moving around each other with practiced ease.
When we finally make it to bed, the massive mattress we'd custom-ordered to fit all four of us comfortably, we settle in for the night.
“I love you,” I whisper into the darkness. “All of you.”
“We love you, too.” Their response comes in stereo, overlapping and perfect.
I close my eyes, the necklace warm against my skin, and let myself fall asleep surrounded by the three men who taught me to trust again.
And as I drift off, I think about forever. About Sunday dinners and security contracts and Sadie’s meddling. About three interlocking circles that represent three different moments of falling in love.
About how a year ago, I was broken. And now, I’m whole. Not because they fixed me, but because they loved me while I fixed myself.
Remy Ray. Hacker. Partner. Lover.
Theirs.
And they’re mine.