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The Boy Squad Returns

The light in the window is still on when Gio pushes open the cabin door, sticking his head inside, ignoring Luca complaining of being cold. If he’s so cold, why doesn’t he put a freaking jacket on?

Gio steps inside, careful to be quiet for once in his life, checking the living room. It’s empty but for the fire that has burned down to only a pulsing glow of coals.

“Careful, Luchi,” he warns as Luca stumbles inside after him and Elia shoves his way through the door.

There’s still a car outside, parked haphazardly out front, and Gio knows Marti is not alone in here.

Everything is silent, though, as they file in, tired and a little buzzed from drinks in town. There hadn’t been as many girls as Gio had promised Luca, but it had been far more important to give Marti some time alone with Niccolò.

“Gio,” Elia hisses as he stops at the bedroom door, nodding at a jacket tossed on the floor. Elia grins and Gio tries not to laugh. Good boy, Marti.

“Where are we gonna sleep?” Luca asks as he gazes at the closed door.

Elia and Gio catch each other’s eyes.

“I call the couch!” they both say.

“It’s my house,” Gio points out, pulling blankets from the cupboard and dumping them on the floor.

“You promised me the bed,” Elia reminds him, eyebrows arching, as though that promise means anything now that Marti and Niccolò are wrapped up in the other room, probably whispering dumb romantic things to each other. Martino is so gone already, Gio can tell. He just hopes he’s not gone too far.

“The floor will be just as romantic,” he promises Elia, patting his cheek gently. “You can snuggle with Luchino.”

“What?” Luca asks from where he’s got his ear pressed to the bedroom door, as if he wants to hear anything that’s going on in there.

“Get away from there,” Gio says, cuffing Luca around the ear and dragging him away. He shoves a blanket in his hand. “You should huddle for warmth before you catch your death.”

“That’s the point,” Luca says, but he takes the blanket and sets it up near the fire.

As Gio settles on the couch, he glances at the door. He just hopes all of this is going to work out for Marti. He deserves that at the very least.

“Move over,” Elia hisses, shoving Luca next him.

“The floor is cold.”

The whole house is cold,” Elia says and Gio smiles to himself, closing his eyes and sighing. They’ll all get through this.

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