“One more after this,” he stated.

“No more after this,” Vi snapped.

Cal looked to his woman and grinned.

Vi looked to the ceiling.

Merry had told me his sister was also pregnant.

It was like it was contagious.

I turned my attention to Dusty. “You knocked up?”

“Not yet,” she said.

They were trying.

I figured Mike had the mojo the rest of them had, which meant he only had to look at his woman, think dirty thoughts, and she’d be carrying his kid. Thus, I figured that joyous news would be celebrated next week.

I looked to Feb.

“I love my little Jack, but I got a four-year-old, a dog, a cat, a bar, and an alpha male on my hands. I think I’m good,” she decreed.

My eyes went to Dee.

“I got two and Morrie, which makes it like I actually have five. I’m definitely good,” she shared.

“When are you and Merry gonna start?” Colt asked.

“Kiss my ass,” I said as answer.

I got girl smiles and man chuckles to that.

Whatever.

“A brother can be in a nursing home and make babies. Not you, sister, so you best be gettin’ the lead out.”

This advice came from Ryker.

I turned my attention to him.

Everyone went silent.

That meant everyone knew about Ryker’s matchmaking too.

I said nothing.

Ryker said nothing.

I won our staring contest when he prompted, “You just gonna stand there and stare at me?”

“I’m not standing here staring at you. I’m waiting for you to grow wings and hover over us with your golden bow and arrow,” I returned.

Ryker grinned his scary grin. “As you’ve experienced, I kick fuckin’ ass with my golden bow and arrow.”

“Just to say, the ’burg can do without your version of Cupid,” I remarked.

“I can wait for the gratitude,” Ryker declared magnanimously. “You and Merrick can name your first kid after me.”

“Dude, Merry and me got our shit together. Your bullshit coulda fucked us up,” I shared.

“Tell yourself that,” Ryker replied.

My eyes narrowed. “How thick is your skin?”

“I’m half reptilian,” he returned. “The alligator kind.”

“Okay, how thick is your skull?” I kept at him.

“Not as thick as yours, you wasted years before you fell on your man’s dick,” he retorted.

I shouldn’t have even started this.

So it was time to end it.

“I’m feelin’ like making tips tonight, not cleanin’ up blood,” I decreed.

“Like you could cut me,” Ryker scoffed.

“Don’t underestimate a pissed off woman,” I warned.

“That’s why I got sugar in my bed, not spice. Don’t ever need to worry about that shit,” Ryker stated.

This was going nowhere.

“I need to get to work,” I muttered, turning to the office.

“Cher,” Ryker called.

I sighed and looked back to him.

“Lissa’s over the moon,” he shared.

That might be true, but it was Ryker who was happy for me.

“You’re all soft under all that crazy,” I replied.