Once he did this, Pete turned to Tyra and ordered, “Don’t get any ideas, woman. Your man is already saving up, not for future college tuition, for future bail money. He don’t need no more headaches in the form of hooligans.”

I looked to the two dark-headed boys currently wrestling around on the floor of the Compound, grunting and giving it their all, something Tyra was ignoring, so I guessed it was normal, and thought Pete was not wrong.

“Tack would give me ten more kids if I wanted them,” Tyra returned.

“Definition of crazy in love,” Pete muttered, turned his attention back to Travis and advised gravely, “Learn early, little man, find an ugly woman so she’ll bend over backward to do your bidding, not a pretty one you’ll break your back to do hers.”

“Pete!” Tyra snapped.

He looked again to her. “What?”

Tyra glared.

I kept out of it but only because Travis had yet to learn how to understand English.

Fortunately for Big Petey (or maybe Tyra), at that moment, a loud crash sounded in the room and I looked to see that Rider and Cutter had knocked over a chair.

But they were still wrestling.

I looked at Tyra. “Uh… is this normal?”

She stopped glaring at Big Petey and looked to me. “I’m an only child, but Tack has a brother he hasn’t spoken to in years.”

That didn’t answer my question, but she wasn’t done.

“He said they really never had anything to do with each other. All the way back since they were young. He also had a sister.”

I didn’t think the past tense of that last bit was a good thing, but I didn’t get to react since she kept going.

“He said they were in each other’s faces all the time. But he adored her. He also said that Tabby and Rush were constantly going at it from kids to teens. And they’re super-close.” She looked to her sons. “My boys are always together, sometimes wrestling or arguing, sometimes not. Whatever this is will mean something else later. Knowing that, I let them be.”

This was food for thought should I be lucky enough to give Travis a sibling.

I was chewing on that notion when the front door opened and I twisted my neck to see Tack sauntering through. As he shifted around the back of the bar and came our way, he gave a chin lift to Pete, a nod to me, and a smile to his wife that made my heart flutter in a happy way for Tyra.

“You talk to Carissa?” he asked.

“No!” Tyra cried. “Shoot! With her showing with Travis, I got caught up in baby and forgot.”

“Talk to me about what?” I asked.