I turned towards Brody just as the dogs reached me. I sank to the ground to soak up all the licks and cuddles. “Whose are they?”

Brody smiled down at me. “They’re yours.”

I blinked rapidly, my gaze jumping from him to the dogs and back again. “What?” I whispered.

“You said you’ve always wanted a dog. I figured now was a good time.”

The Pomeranian jumped onto my lap as the Mastiff mix licked the side of my face. “You got me a big dog and a purse dog?”

Griffin chuckled from behind Brody. “He’s a goner for you, Shay.”

Brody rubbed the back of his neck that was growing a bit red. “The shelter said they were a bonded pair, and no one wanted to take both of them. I knew we could.”

I launched off the ground, tucking the little dog under one arm and throwing my other around Brody. “Thank you. They’re perfect.” The Mastiff gave a deep bark of agreement as he danced around us.

Brody brushed the hair away from my face. “Love you, Shay.”

I pressed my lips to his, not caring who was watching. “So much it almost hurts sometimes.”

Hunter and I brought up the rear of the group as we headed down to the dock. I looked up at the man who’d tried so hard to save me. His sling was a reminder that he’d almost lost his life in the process. “Are you feeling okay?”

He scowled at the path ahead, but his tone remained gentle. “I’m fine.”

I wanted to ask a million more questions, give voice to an endless stream of thoughts. Instead, I simply said, “Thank—”

“If you try to thank me one more time, I’m going to tell your boyfriend you’re running away with me to a Greek island.”

My mouth fell open. “You wouldn’t.”

He arched a brow. “You’ve baked me endless amounts of cookies and brownies. Brought me a case of my favorite beer. Offered to drive me to physical therapy. I think you’ve said thank you enough.” He looked out at the water as our friends climbed on Griffin’s boat. “I didn’t even help you. I failed.”

I gripped his good arm. “You almost gave your life for mine. That’s not failure. That’s noble.”

“Didn’t see what was right in front of my face until it was too late.”

I was about to argue when Ford let out a whistle. “Hurry up, Hunt.”

Hunter glanced down at me. “I’m just glad you’re okay.”

“I’m glad you’re okay, too.” Except I wasn’t so sure he was.