So this favor, he could do for Tae. For now. “Actually, I think I’ll sit this one out. I need to keep tabs on this one.” He nodded toward Tae.

She exhaled, a visible sign of relief.

“Okay. But join us at PT tomorrow morning. Beach run.”

“Aye, aye. Where are we?”

“I have you upstairs with your brother. Tae, you and Zoey are in a room together.”

But Colt had stopped on— “Brother?”

Fraser had come down the stairs. “Actually, brothers, plural. Dodge and Ranger, along with Noemi, arrived a couple hours ago.”

“Noemi is here?” Colt asked, meeting Fraser’s gaze. “Why?”

Fraser blew out a breath, looked at Ham. “I think you need to talk to your brothers.”

Colt headed toward the stairs, Tae behind him.

“End of the hall on the right,” Fraser said.

He reached the top of the stairs and turned, but Tae pulled him to a stop. “Colt.”

“What?”

“I think . . . I don’t think PT is a good idea.”

“Tae—”

“You had tachycardia, Colt. You could have had a stroke.”

He put his hands on her arms, met her eyes, so blue in the glittering light. Softening his voice, he said, “I’m fine, Tae. I know you’re worried. It’s nothing. I had a fight, and the adrenaline made my heart beat a little fast is all.”

Her expression said she didn’t believe him. So he pulled her to himself and kissed her. Nothing fancy, just a sweet, perfect kiss. Something to assure her.

Instead, the calm swept over him, through him. So maybe he was assuring himself.

He put her hand to his chest. “See? My heart is just fine. I’m not going to have a stroke.”

Her hand stayed there, warming him, almost as if she hated to let go. “Okay. I just . . .”

“I’m fine, Flo. Please, don’t worry.” He took her hand, and they walked down the hall, past a couple bedrooms, and at the end of the hall, he found the double doors closed.

He didn’t bother to knock.

The large room, with seafoam green walls, a king bed, and two bunks built into the wall, was empty. Sheer white curtains blew over a pair of open doors to a balcony. Conversation drifted in, and Colt headed toward it.

Ranger and Dodge stood on the balcony, overlooking the river, watching motorboats skim the water. Noemi sat in a wicker chair, her feet up, her hair back in an orange scarf, wearing shorts, a T-shirt, and flip-flops.

“Hey,” Dodge said, turning. “How are— Whoa, dude, what happened to you?”

Right. He’d forgotten he still looked banged up.

“He got into a fistfight,” Tae said from behind him.

Colt looked at her. “Really?”

“Please. They’re not remotely surprised.”

A smile tweaked Ranger’s face.