“Holy cripes.”

That was Veronica. She got a look at Hawk.

“Whoa.” Then, a smarmy, “What’s your name?” That was Zeke. He noticed Hawk, too.

But Brock was putting me back down, and I heard the rest of the cavalry arrive behind him.

He stepped back, his hands on my shoulders. “You’re okay?”

I nodded. “My brother?” That was the only guess I had.

He nodded back, grim. “He called. Said you were on the phone and heard you. He said the Reds might be here.” His eyes glanced around, ignoring how now Veronica, Jade, and Angeline were all checking him out and gawking. He settled back on me, taking a step backwards and letting go of my shoulders. “I’m seeing they’re gone.”

Shetland stepped up next to him.

I glanced down, still making sure I noticed his hands, but they were hitched to the sides of his vest. He tipped his chin up to me. “See you’re still in one piece, Ball Buster.”

I frowned. That was a new name from him. I spoke to him and Brock, and for Hawk because I knew she was listening, “I’m fine. Yes, they were here, but I’m okay. Everything’s okay.” I held my hands up. “I promise.”

Big and Burly ambled up, and Veronica’s eyes got huge. “Whoa! Who are these gigantic Magic Mikes?” She went back to looking at Brock. “You look like that guy from Outlander. Bren, where have you been hiding all the delicious people? And who else do you know?”

“What’s up, Little Monroe? Nice to see you’re still standing.”

I hid a grin. “I’m good, and… I can’t say anything else.”

Brock nodded. “Got it.” His face shuttered closed, though. He wasn’t happy.

“Sucks all those warrants went away like that? All disappearing in the wind like ash.” Shetland was eyeing Brock, the end of his mouth curved down.

Brock growled. “Can’t do anything about that.” He found me again. “You’re going to get another slew of arrivals in a couple hours. Your brother was on the way here, and he set the call in to your boyfriend. They shared notes. Neither was happy about how your crew got called away.”

Crap. I had called Cross as soon Derrick left, but only hearing a savage exclamation from him that he was glad I was okay, he hung up and I knew they were heading back right away. They’d been on the road for a full hour by the time I called.

But I hadn’t had time to process the Red Demons trick to get them away either.

“Shit.” From me.

“Yeah.” From Brock.

“It sounds wicked, though.” Hawk was looking at Brock. “Something maybe we could use in the future, if we got our hands on whatever they designed.”