“Nawh.” Sawyer shook his head. “Javier is our best mechanic, and Garrett is a rescue swimmer. His job makes us look like chickenshits. And that’s Goodwin over by the water. He’s another swimmer. Hastings—the guy next to him—is a pilot, though. Those are their wives, Christina and Cassidy.”

“And she knows? Morgan knows?” Josh dropped his voice.

“Morgan knows everyone. It’s not like Jackson keeps her locked away or anything.” Sawyer shrugged.

Josh’s eyes narrowed on me.

“That’s not what he’s asking,” I said to Sawyer before turning back to Josh. “Yeah. Morgan knows.”

Appraising the level of tension, Morgan got to her feet and came around the timbers that we’d get around to lighting here in a few.

“And you know—” Josh started.

“Everything okay?” she asked, taking a seat in my lap and resting her arm over my shoulders.

“We’re fine,” I promised, putting my hand on her bare knee. “They were just asking if you knew that I fly.”

“I know,” she said softly. “I don’t like it, but I know. And honestly, once he took me up and I saw him rescue—”

“You got her up?” Jagger’s eyes flew wide. “As in up in a helicopter?”

“Jagger Bateman, isn’t that what I just said?” Morgan fired back, arching an eyebrow. “Don’t you dare go asking questions about me like I’m not sitting right here.”

I pressed my lips in a firm line to keep from laughing.

Jagger sighed but looked properly chastised. “Fine. Sorry. You actually went flying?”

“I did. It was terrifying and exhilarating all at the same time.” She smiled at me, and damn if that didn’t make my chest constrict. “He saves lives. It’s pretty incredible.”

“Who saves lives?” Paisley asked, settling herself in Jagger’s lap while Sam and Ember played with Peyton.

“Jackson,” Morgan answered. “He’s a search and rescue pilot with the coast guard.”

This would have been so much more efficient if we’d just briefed everyone at once.

Paisley blanched. “I’m sorry?”

“Jax is a search and rescue pilot with the coast guard,” Sawyer repeated slowly and at greater volume. “Me, too, and Hastings, over there by the water.”

Paisley blinked at Sawyer, then swung her face toward Morgan. “Honey, you’re okay with that?”

“Whether or not I’m okay with it doesn’t change the facts.” Morgan shifted her legs.

“Well, I know that. It’s just…” Paisley’s worried gaze flickered between Morgan and me. “Unexpected.”

“Everything about Jackson is unexpected.” Her smile was slow as we locked eyes. “And besides, it’s not like they deploy or anything.”

My stomach sank.

“What? Hell yeah, we do. We’re deploying in six weeks,” Sawyer chimed in.

Morgan’s face drained of color, and her body went rigid.

“I’m not going, Kitty,” I said softly, cupping her cheeks. “I’m not deploying.”