“My Maggie is a fireball,” Tom adds. “She’s always been opinionated and not afraid to voice those opinions. Sometimes, that’s still the case, but not when it comes to herself. She’ll get better as time goes on. It’s glad I am that my girl had you to lean on in all of this,” Tom says as he claps his hand on my shoulder. “Thank you for helping her.”

“She did it all,” I say, meaning every word. “I was just there as moral support. She stood up for herself at that bank and handled Heather perfectly. She loves the new car.”

“So, here’s the million-dollar question,” Keegan says as he lifts a dumbbell and curls his biceps, trying out the new equipment. “When are you going to pop the question?”

Five sets of eyes turn to me, and I can only grin. “If I thought she’d say yes, I’d ask her today. But we’re not there yet. She’s had a busy week, and she’s finally starting to put all of the shit she went through with The Lemon to rest and move on. We have time, you know? But I will ask when the time is right.”

“Aww, that’s so sweet,” Hunter says with a grin. “Look at us, all a bunch of Mushy Marcias over a bunch of women and babies. And that’s not a bad thing.”

“As it should be,” Tom says with a wink. “Because life wouldn’t be worth living if we didn’t have them with us.”

“I didn’t think I’d ever marry,” Kane admits, shaking his head. “Wasn’t even on my radar. I was happy out in that barn by myself, marking time by how much glass I blew. Until I saw Anastasia sitting on that bench in my museum, and it was like everything in the world was suddenly in color. Does that make me a Mushy Marcia? Aye, it does, and that doesn’t bother me in the least.”

“Same goes,” Hunter says with a grin, then looks out the window when we hear a car door close. “Well, the kid showed up, after all.”

“Who’s the kid?” I ask, joining him at the window.

“Rachel’s been dating this boy, Brian Masterson.”

“I know the Masterson boy,” Keegan says with a nod. “It’s a good family.”

“I actually like him,” Hunter admits as we all walk out of the gym and to the driveway where Brian just stepped out of his car. “But he doesn’t need to know that yet.”

“Hello, Mr. Meyers,” Brian says with a brave smile. I can see that he’s nervous, but he holds his hand out to shake Hunter’s. “Thanks for inviting me here today.”

The young man turns to all of us and keeps that brave smile in place.

“I’m Brian. I’ve been seeing Rachel.”