Her sister picked up the phone, sounding breathless. “Catiebug!” Love, so much love in that single word. “How’s it going down there? I hear the temperature’s dived. Oh, did you run into Danny?”

Wrapped up in the warmth of Ísa’s affection, Catie told her what had happened. “Doctors are running the tests now, and from what I can see on the monitors, his vitals are steady.” Catie had spent enough time in hospitals to have picked up the basics of reading the onscreen output.

“Oh, sweetheart.” Ísa’s shaken response. “Let me get Sailor.” Half a minute later, she said, “I’ve put you on speaker. Sailor’s here.”

“Catie, darling.” Sailor’s deep voice. “I’m searching for tickets for the next flight down. Mum and Dad are going to want to be there for Dan.”

Catie’s heart squeezed. Sailor was surely her first real crush—but not in a weird way. She loved how he loved her sister, loved how he was with their children, Emmaline and Connor. Sailor Bishop had spoiled Catie for dickheads and losers. She wanted a man who loved her the way Sailor loved Ísa.

No holds barred. Now and forever.

Sailor was part of why she’d been able to kick Ward to the curb without regrets. He’d somehow slunk in past her dickhead radar, but she’d seen him for who he was in the end and she’d known she deserved better.

“Danny’s going to be mad at the fuss,” she said.

“Yeah, Mum is real scared of his wrath.”

Laughing softly at Sailor’s deadpan tone, Catie squeezed Danny’s hand. “I’ll keep you updated on his condition.”

“Looks like there are no flights till morning,” Sailor said. “You’ll probably get a call from our parents soon. He look okay?”

“Yes.” Not like himself, but his color seemed better.

“How are you doing, Catie?” Ísa, the mama bear. “Do you have support? Laveni’s there, isn’t she?”

“I haven’t had a chance to tell her what’s going on, but Viliame’s been amazing. He’s currently out spreading the rumor that Danny and I vanished together because we’re hooking up.” She made gagging sounds.

A male snort came down the line. “Danny must be looking okay if you’re being your usual self with him. Make sure you take care of yourself too while you’re looking out for him.”

“Yes, boss.”

She didn’t have to wait long for the call from Alison and Joseph. It always made her heart ache, seeing how they were with their boys. Warm and loving while raising them to be tough, independent men. You’d never know that Joseph was Gabriel and Sailor’s stepfather—he treated all four boys as his own, and the brothers never used the word “half” for each other. They were brothers. End of story.