Rhys looked at Haven and grinned. “Hell, yeah. And I’m happy as hell.” He nodded at Easton. “And here’s our big bro, watching a gorgeous drunk blonde snorting, which admittedly is cute, like she’s a flawless diamond.”

“Goner,” Saxon agreed.

Vander snorted. “You took forever to admit that you were in love with our sister. At least Easton’s moving faster than you.”

“And you were ready to knock my teeth out when you found out about me and Gia.”

Vander shrugged. “It’s a brother’s job to intimidate anyone who touches his sister.”

Easton listened to Harlow laugh again. “I’m just glad to see her happy and relaxed. Even if it is alcohol-induced.” She’d been stressed and sad all day. “She called around to all her dad’s friends. No one’s seen him, or if they have, they aren’t talking. She thinks one guy was lying.”

“Name?” Vander demanded. “I’ll get Ace or Rome to look into it.”

“Gregor Howard.”

Vander tapped out a message on his phone.

“I just want her safe,” Easton said.

“I’ve talked with Antoine and Rhoda,” Vander said. “Both are pissed, and on the hunt for Carlson. But they also know Harlow’s off-limits. Ace has some leads on the dagger.”

After they’d sated themselves on breakfast, Easton had worked out in his gym, with her perched on a nearby weight bench, calling all her father’s friends. He’d watched as with each call, her shoulders had slumped farther.

He’d then seduced her in the shower, before convincing her to watch a movie. They’d watched the latest Wonder Woman adventure and had a late lunch. She’d made more calls, and spoken with her mother again, without telling Mrs. Carlson what was going on.

Then Gia and Haven had arrived. Easton had made them cocktails, and then Gia had taken over.

That led them to now, with three tipsy women.

“So, Vander needs a woman, now,” Saxon said with a grin.

Vander skewered his best friend with a dark look. “Why?”

“Love, companionship—”

“Hot sex.” Rhys winked.

Vander grunted. “I can get hot sex without the rest of it. It all seems like more trouble than it’s worth, besides, I don’t have the time.”

“You just haven’t found the right one,” Easton said.

The three of them looked at him, but his gaze went to Harlow.

“The one who gets you at a glance, who doesn’t let you get away with shit—like lying, or hiding. The one who just has to smile and it lights you up. And when she cries, you want to fucking tear the world apart. The one who sees the stains on your soul, and she still wants you. Just as you are.”

The men stared at him, silent.

“Goner,” Saxon finally said.

“Fuck, yeah.” Vander sipped his beer.