“I’ll come with you,” Willow tells her, and then she tilts her head back to meet my gaze. “What are you drinking?”

“Brandy on the rocks.” I take out my wallet but before I can pull out some cash, she’s taking Grace’s arm and the two of them are walking away.

“So, she’s a friend?” I raise a brow at my brother once both women are out of earshot, and he shrugs.

“Yep, she used to work as an assistant to the DA in Denver but recently moved out here.” He looks toward the bar. “I tried for years to get in there but she’s so fucking shy that it’s almost painful.” He shakes his head then looks past me and I turn to see Miles and Ivy walking our way. I told Willow that Miles is always dating someone, but Ivy has been a pretty steady fixture for the last few months. She just hasn’t passed whatever test Miles has mentally set up in order for her to meet Winter. Then again, more than once I’ve caught glimpses of her true personality and if I haven’t missed it, I doubt Miles hasn’t either.

“What’s up?” Miles grins, giving me a one-armed hug while Dayton greets Ivy. “Where’s Willow?”

“At the bar.”

“You let her out of your sight?” He raises a brow.

“She’s where I can see her.”

He laughs as he touches his fist to Dayton’s.

“Do you want a drink, babe?” he asks Ivy.

She scrunches her nose. “Yes, but just a Vodka and soda, I promised myself that I wouldn’t go overboard with calories this weekend.”

“Right.” He shakes his head. “Be right back.”

As Ivy takes a seat on the couch and pulls out her phone, I look to the bar and watch Miles walk up to Willow and touch his hand to her back. When she spins to face him, a smile curves her full lips and she gives him a hug, then motions to Grace, who looks about ready to pass out when he turns his attention to her.

“Tucker’s here.”

At that statement from Dayton, I feel my jaw get tight. “You didn’t tell me he was coming.”

“He’s our brother,” he says under his breath, right before he grins and says loudly, “Look who made it.”

As he greets Tucker with a fist bump, and Naomie with a wave, I glance back toward the bar and see Willow, Grace, and Miles coming our way. As soon as Willow sees Tucker, her eyes fly to mine, and they do a scan of my face.

Jesus, I’m done for.

“We good?” Tucker asks, stepping up to my side and I pull my attention off of Willow to focus on him.

“You tell me.”

“I overstepped.”

“You did,” I agree, and he lifts his chin.

“Are you not even going to say hi to me?” Naomie asks, fitting herself under Tucker’s arm and he stiffens at the contact.

“Naomie,” I rumble.

She smiles then looks up at Tucker. “I need a drink.”