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The building was previously a gym—a pretty run-down one from the photos I’ve seen. Now, though, it’s anything but.
Sienna has worked tirelessly designing this place, and even with it unfinished, I can see just how much love she’s poured into it.
I spot my sister loitering at the bottom of a ladder, her boyfriend balancing precariously at the top of it.
“Uh, should he be doing that?” I ask, concerned for his healing ACL injury.
“Do not tell Darcy,” Calvin warns lightly as I approach. “I’ll never hear the end of it. He’s still talking about me asking if I could go horse riding.”
“Absolutely not. You’re too valuable to be riding horses,” I state.
“Pfft.” Calvin waves me off. “I’m practically a horse whisperer.”
I shake my head at him as he turns back to what he’s doing.
“Don’t you have contractors?” I ask, unable to ignore the other two giant men in the room, also doing manual labor.
I mean, I’m not complaining.
Rett is currently shirtless as he builds…something. And Hayden is wearing a tank top that clings to every line of his body. I’ve certainly had worse evenings.
“Yeah, but there are things that just need my touch,” Sienna explains.
“Your touch?” Calvin teases.
Her hands land on her hips with a huff as she glares up at her boyfriend. “I told you I’d do it myself, but you got all caveman and wouldn’t let me.”
“I don’t want you falling off a ladder, darlin’.”
“I am more than capable of climbing a ladder and sticking some LED strip under that shelf, Killer,” she taunts.
“Pain in my ass,” he mutters lightly.
“They’ve been like this since we got here,” Rett teases as he drags what I now see is a bookcase into a standing position.
“This,” Hayden states, pointing at the bookcase, “is your best idea yet. I can’t wait to fill it up.”
I stare at him, confused.
“Book corner,” he says, as if it should be obvious. “Sienna has put me in charge of choosing titles to start with.”
“O-okay.”
“Hayden’s a book nerd,” Sienna explains.
“She means he reads smut,” Calvin teases.
“Too fucking right, I do. And for the record, who is the one you idiots come to when you need relationship advice?”
“Shut the fuck up, Marilyn,” Rett barks while Calvin returns to his task, refusing to get involved.
“You got anything you need to run by me?” Hayden offers, focusing on me.
Oh, man. Do I?
“Garrett doesn’t do relationships. Just hookups.”
“Ah, I’m not so good at advice for those. I’m a one-woman-for-life kind of guy. When the time comes, though, and someone sweeps you off your feet, I’m your man,” he says proudly.
