Taylor patted his pockets, looking for keys. He pointed to Tyler. “Love you, brother. I gotta see about a girl.”

“Get outta here, shit stain. Don’t come back ‘til she’s yours.”

Taylor ran to his truck, squealing his tires.

Tyler turned and threw his arms around me. “Fuck,” he said, letting out a sigh of relief.

The crew patted him on the back, just as relieved and emotional as Tyler. I hugged Zeke and Jew, and then the rest of the guys while Tyler spoke with a few of the officials.

He came back to me, lifting me into his arms and carrying me to the elevators while the hotshots made ridiculous hooting noises and catcalls.

My eyes were suddenly heavy, and I leaned against his shoulder. The elevator chimed and Tyler stepped inside, maneuvering a bit so I could press the button to the second floor. He carried me to the room, and again waited while I touched the key card to the lock. The door clicked, and Tyler pressed down on the handle, pushed the door with his foot, and then lowered me to the bed.

I snuggled up to his neck, melting against him as he enveloped me in his arms.

“I didn’t know Falyn and Taylor were having problems.”

“Yeah, they’re broken up.”

“Even though she’s pregnant? I don’t see him letting that fly.”

“Falyn isn’t pregnant.”

I sat up, slapping his chest. “Shut the front door! Are you serious?”

Taylor propped his head with his arm. “She broke up with him, and he went to California to see Tommy. He hooked up with one of Tommy’s colleagues. I guess she’s going to have it but doesn’t want to keep it. How weird is that? Taylor is getting full custody.”

“Whoa. You think they’ll work it out?”

He shrugged. “She was here all night. She has to still care about him. Come here,” he said.

I bent down, getting comfortable next to him.

He touched the back of his wrist to his forehead. “Wow. That was intense. I don’t know what I would have done if something happened to Taylor. That makes us three-and-oh the last couple of years.”

“What do you mean?”

“Taylor, Trent, and Travis have all had close calls.”

I buried my face into Tyler’s neck. “It’s not your turn.”

“Well, it damn sure ain’t Tommy’s turn. He’s an ad exec.”

“Are you sure?” I asked.

Tyler paused. “What makes you say that?”

“Well … your family thinks you and Taylor are insurance salesmen. What if Thomas isn’t what you think he is?”

“What do you think he is?”

“A cop.”

Tyler snorted.

“I’m serious. Or something. He lives in San Diego, right? Isn’t there a federal building there? He’s something. So is his girlfriend. I saw Travis walking to their room the morning after the wedding, early.”

“You have quite an imagination.”