And let me tell you, when Hawk smiled with his full lips and perfect, white teeth, panties all over the DFW area dropped immediately to the floor. Not mine, of course, because I considered him one of my brothers, and also, I wasn’t wearing panties at the moment. But I was pretty sure women in the nurses’ station down the hall were frantically searching around for their suddenly missing underwear. And I was 99 percent positive they had magically appeared in Hawk’s pocket. He was probably the most innately sexual man I had ever met, his bad-boy vibe drawing women to him like a moth to a very hot, very sexy flame. And from what my brother had told me, his tastes ran to the extreme.

Tamara Donohue, one of the OB/GYN residents that I knew vaguely, bustled into the room and looked around at all the enormous guys. “Holy shit!” she blurted.

“I know, right?” I said, grinning at her. “These are my brothers.”

“God bless your mother, then. I can only imagine her grocery bills,” she said, scooting around Tank to lay her hand on my shoulder. “I need to check you, Blaire. Do you need to go to the bathroom first?”

“Yeah, I probably should,” I said, swinging my legs over the side of the bed, causing a panic among the guys, who all started talking at once.

“Where are you going?” “I can carry you.” “Does that gown cover your ass?” “Who’s in charge here?” “I bet the baby comes out while she’s peeing.” “Shut up, Woody!” “Lay back down, Blaire.”

“Oh, my God! Will you all hush? I’m just going right there to the bathroom,” I yelled. With Tamara’s help, I started unhooking the monitors and machines while the guys hovered like giant mother hens.

She handed me the IV bag, and another of Beau’s friends—this one with dark hair and light brown skin, a very handsome consequence of his Latino heritage—took both of my hands and pulled me to my feet, whispering, “Te amo, hermanita.”

“What?” Beau snapped, stalking over to us and eyeing his friend with mistrustful, narrowed eyes. “What are you saying to my sister? It better not be anything dirty, Woody, I swear to God.”

Mario “Woody” Diaz just grinned at him and gave him a mischievous eyebrow wiggle. Woody was a notorious troublemaker and was almost as flirty as Bode. Finally putting Beau out of his grouchy misery, he said, “Cool your jets, Shark. I just said, ‘I love you, little sister.’” My brother’s eyes darted suspiciously between the two of us, but his shoulders noticeably relaxed..

Giving Woody a chaste kiss on the cheek, I replied, “Yo también te quiero.” I love you, too. And I did. I saw these guys pretty much daily, and they were my family now. Plus, when we weren’t together, our group texts kept me highly entertained.