“What’s going on?” Quincy asked.

“Gemma got hung up at work, and Red’s got Lincoln down for a nap.” Truman’s wife, Gemma, owned Princess for a Day Boutique. “Do you have time to pick up Kennedy from dance class?”

Truman and Gemma were raising Truman and Quincy’s much younger siblings, five-year-old Kennedy and three-year-old Lincoln, as their own, giving them the family stability and parental love Truman and Quincy had never had. Red was as much of a surrogate grandmother to Kennedy and Lincoln as she and Biggs were surrogate parents to Truman and Quincy.

“As if he’d say no to a chance to ogle Roni.” Dixie planted her hand on her hip and said, “He’s been trying to get that chick into his lair for months.”

“Trust me, Dix. If I was in a rush to get her in my bed, she’d have been there a long time ago.” But Dixie was right; Quincy was always up for a few minutes with sweet, sexy Roni. He looked at Truman and said, “No problem. Whatever you need.”

“How about taking my baby overnight so I can have sex with my wife without having to jump up every time he makes a noise?” Bear’s wife, Crystal, had given birth two and half months ago, and they’d named their son after Bear’s late uncle Axel, who had mentored Bear in auto mechanics.

Dixie smirked and said, “The way you paw at your wife, she probably needs the break.”

“She loves it.” Bear flexed his tatted biceps and said, “She’s got Peaceful Harbor gold, baby.”

Truman threw his rag at Bear and said, “We got work to do, poser.”

“I’ll see you guys in a bit.” Quincy headed to the old truck Truman had fixed up for him. He’d long ago bought car seats, since he tried to spend as much time as he could with the kids.

The dance studio wasn’t far from the shop, and he walked in a few minutes before Kennedy’s class ended. He slipped past the mothers waiting in the lobby and headed down the hall, following the sound of music to Roni’s classroom.

Roni stood at the head of the class, gorgeous in a skintight white bodysuit that disappeared beneath the waist of her sheer black skirt and leggings. He’d noticed she didn’t wear glasses when she taught, giving him a side view of her high cheekbones, slender nose, and gorgeous mouth. Kennedy was in the front row, dressed in all pink, her dark hair pinned up in pigtails, and she was giving Roni her full attention. Love stacked up inside Quincy for the sister-turned-niece, whom he’d fought to keep alive in crack houses and on the streets before their mother had overdosed.

“Right hand out to your side. Left hand out to your side,” Roni said, doing the motions as the girls copied her movements. “Cross your arms over your chest, hands up by your shoulders, and sway your upper body, leading with your shoulders.”

She moved with such fluidity and grace, Quincy was mesmerized.