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SCARLETT

Today was move-in day, and I couldn't be happier.

The Vaughn mansion had been undergoing repairs for almost two weeks and during that time, I’d had to make do with whatever fraction of attention and companionship I could garner from all three men since they were living apart.

I hadn't gotten to spend a night in Alex’s arms since the move out and I’d only been able to do that with Blake twice. I didn't like that one bit, now that I knew they were rightfully mine I wanted to spend as much time as possible with all three of them.

And seeing as we were moving back into the mansion, that would finally be possible.

“Have you heard from Alex? He’s supposed to have been here,” Blake asked me with a concerned expression as we carried some items into the house.

I frowned slightly, realizing that I’d shot him a text when we arrived at the Vaughn mansion but I hadn’t checked to see if there was a reply. So before responding to Blake, I dug out my phone from my jeans and opened the chat b