He was watching his sister, his eyes clouded over. “No.” He shook his head, motioning for Moose to move back. “We need to make a stop, then we’re crashing in your basement.”

“Hey.” Jordan looked at them. “That’s where I sleep.”

“You sleep in the bedroom down there. Don’t forget, I know that house. I knew that house before you guys moved in. There’s a couch with a pullout mattress. We’re crashing there because I don’t want to be too far from Bren while I’m in town.”

Channing met my eyes again, holding them.

He was going to see their dad, or I was guessing so, but Bren had a concussion. That’s why that D word wasn’t being discussed in the open. He gave me a nod. I gave him one back, and he and Moose took off after that. Brock and Hawk stepped up, taking their places.

Her boss asked, “You got her?”

Another snort from Zellman, but he was grabbing Bren’s things.

I answered coolly, “Always.”

Jordan added, his tone just as cold, “We got her from here.”

Yeah. Hawk was now noticing him a whole lot more. That was an interesting turn of events.

He gave her the once-over, lingering on her ass as both of them followed where Channing and Moose had gone.

He glanced over. “How old does she look?”

Bren said into my chest, “She’s twenty-three.”

He shrugged. “That’s do-able for me.”

Bren lifted her head back, glaring at Jordan. “I don’t know, but I’m fairly certain she’s fucking Brock.”

“You don’t know?”

She shook her head at Jordan’s question. “I can’t tell. I just know she’s known him most her life. That, and Justin is her little brother.”

“The bowling alley guy?”

A slight nod before she winced and sighed heavily again. Her hands curled into my skin. “The bowling alley guy.”

Zellman grunted. “Huh. I’m thinking we need to go bowling a whole lot more.”

Jordan threw him a laugh as we all started heading out.

Bren slid off the table.

I considered just grabbing her, and lifting her, but I didn’t think she’d want the spectacle.

Then it wasn’t an issue.

She walked beside me, and Jordan took her other arm. Zellman went ahead of us, opening the doors, and once we were moving down the one hall, I tossed him my keys. He hurried ahead, and had the truck waiting for us as we walked outside to the parking garage. Once in the truck, Bren and I went to the back. I sat sideways and pulled her down so she was lounging against my chest.

We drove a few blocks before she said to the silence, “I called my dad to town. He came because of me, and I was supposed to have dinner with him tonight. Him and Channing.”

No one said a word.

We waited.