“Speaking of Uncle Easton.” Colin pointed at the phone on Juliette’s lap. “He’s texting Mom now.”

She smiled, tucking her phone into her purse. “He’s just checking on us.”

I wasn’t sure if she’d let Easton in on what happened at the garage yet. I doubted that was a conversation she wanted to have with her brother over the phone. If he were anything like me, he’d already be en route here if so.

“Okay, where were we?” Colin was eager to lay into Hudson again, and I didn’t even mind. “Right, right. You love my aunt. Like love her, love her?”

“I mean, I did marry her, I would hope so.”

“But do you look at her like my dad looks at my mom?”

“Oh, and how does Constantine look at me?” Juliette mused, and since I was still facing her, I teased my brows up and down a few times.

“You two. Dannnng. Seriously. Like I said before those idiots jumped us . . . you should get a room. Heck, with your track record, maybe I’ll get lucky and wind up with a brother.”

I’d need more than my vitals checked. I’d need my head examined as well. Because did our son just suggest we not only have sex but also have another child?

Juliette stared at him in shock. I was on the same page. Same paragraph. Same line of what the hell did he just say?

“What?” he tossed out casually while playing with his hoodie strings as if he didn’t just shake the ground beneath our feet. Well, tires.

I’d been concerned Colin wouldn’t want us having another kid, worried he’d think I was trying to replace the time I lost with him with someone else—which couldn’t be further from the truth. And yes, I was jumping ahead of myself, but . . .

“You want a brother?” she asked in surprise.

“Well, duh. I see how much you stress out Uncle Easton. I can’t deal with a sister and having guys date her one day.” He slashed his arms in the air like a timeout sign. “Nope, not happening. I’ll kill a dude.” He hit the back of his hand against his uncle’s arm, earning him a semi-amused look from Hudson. “Yeah, I’ll be needing to learn to shoot a gun if I have a sister. A brother is much safer.”

I twisted around in my seat, catching Hudson’s grin in the process. Yeah, yeah, he’s my son all right. I discreetly signaled a plea for him to intervene and change the topic. I needed to work on kissing Juliette before impregnating her again. Damn good to know we had his support.