Addiction (Bayfront Billionaires)

Liv accepted more accolades and hugs, then squeezed through the throng to get back to Nate and Tristan.

“You’ve incited a mob,” Tristan joked.

“And I am loving every minute of this!” Liv could barely breathe. This was th

e response she’d been craving. This was the wave she’d wanted to ride. This was . . . perfect.

But there was one more thing she had to do. A decision had to be made.

She took Nate and Tristan by the hand and led them out to a quiet corner on the patio, though there was still an overflow of people continuing to enjoy the food and drink.

She hugged them both again—fiercely. And said, “I missed you both. So, so much!”

“Liv, you were absolutely right to follow this dream,” Nate insisted. “Sweetheart—you were astounding. You belong on a stage and—”

“Wait—there’s something I have to say,” she told them. “Right this very moment, while I’m having one of the best nights of my entire life. I have to tell you . . .” Her hands flailed a bit as the emotion ignited within her and everything she felt for them collided with the energy radiating from her performance. “I don’t really know how to say this. I mean, I’ve never really said it before—not in this context. Not like this.”

Tristan eyed her quizzically, then knowingly as a smile split his lips.

Liv blurted, “I love you! I love you both!”

“That’s all we needed to know,” Nate said.

Her gaze narrowed on him.

Tristan told her, “You need to go to New York and see this through, Liv.”

She blinked. “Did you not just hear what I said?”

Nate chuckled. “Loud and clear. And you wouldn’t be the least bit surprised to hear us say it back, because I think you’ve always known that’s how we feel about you. How we’ll always feel about you.”

“Which is why we want you to go to New York,” Tristan insisted.

“But I’ll be far away from you again,” she argued.

“Not if you don’t want to be,” Nate offered. “The work we’ve done here won’t go to waste. But we can replicate it on the East Coast.”

“You mean you’d go to New York as well?” she asked, shocked. “Establish your North American operations there instead of San Francisco?”

“Yes,” Tristan said.

“But you wanted to come home—to Bayfront.”

“What we wanted,” Nate explained, “was to be with you. When we follow our dreams, Liv, our hearts . . . they lead straight to you.”

“Nate,” she said on a rush of air, tears prickling the backs of her eyes. “You would go wherever I went?”

“In a heartbeat,” Tristan assured her. “From here on out—if that’s what you want.”

“Know that means so much to me,” she told them as teardrops crested the rims of her eyes.

“You mean so much to us,” Nate said.

Liv fanned her face with a hand. This night was getting better and better. She never would have asked them to move on her account. Knowing they would, though . . . that made her fall even more in love with them.

But . . .

She brushed the backs of her fingers along her cheek to whisk away some of the tears.