“Jesus, Tuck.”

“I’m meeting with a lawyer Monday.” His eyes meet mine. “She quit her job when she found out she was pregnant, and I’ve been supporting her since then. I need to make sure that I’m not going to have to pay her alimony.”

“You told him?” Miles asks, joining us and Tucker jerks up his chin.

“Do you have proof she’s cheating?” I ask.

“Guy’s a cop at the station. She met him at a dinner we went to a while back. His wife called to let me know that her husband was sleeping with my wife.”

“Does the husband know that you know about the affair?”

“No, his wife hasn’t confronted him yet. She’s trying to get a job and to tuck away some cash before she contacts a divorce lawyer.” His hands ball into fists. “They have a son who’s just three, so she’s been a stay-at-home mom for the last few years.”

“Dick,” Miles mutters.

“Yeah.” Tucker takes a swig from his beer. “I can barely stomach to be around her, I don’t even want to think about what it would be like if we had a kid.”

“You’d figure it out.” I tell him.

He clenches his jaw. “I should have fucking listened to you,” He scrubs his fingers through his hair. “I should have—”

“Don’t think about that, right now you need to sort this shit out and deal with whatever comes.”

“I’m gonna need a place to stay after I do hand her over the divorce papers.”

“I always have a spare room.” Miles puts in then adds. “And Dayton’s place is almost done, I’m sure you could crash there for a while until you figure out what you want to do.”

“Are you staying in Tennessee?” I ask because he never wanted to move here but with the case he’s working he didn’t have a choice.

“For now.” He mutters.

“She’s on her way back,” Miles says

I lift my chin then watch her come up to Tucker and wrap her arm around his waist.

“It took forever to get my drink,” she says, then asks while looking at the couch. “Who’s the chubby girl?”

“Don’t start your shit, Naomie,” Miles bites out.

She holds up her hand. “It’s just a question. I’ve never seen her before,” she says softly like she actually feels bad, but I know that’s a fucking lie.

“Oh my god, you came!” Willow shouts and when I twist around, I find her running across the room toward a woman who looks similar to her but not exactly identical.

“Who’s that?” Dayton asks, watching the two of them embrace while a man stands back shaking his head at the two women.

“Willow’s sister Harmony and her husband,” I tell them as she gives Harlen a hug before letting him go, then hooking her arm through her sister’s who she drags our way.

“My sister came.” She beams at me looking so fucking beautiful in her happiness.

“I see that, Mouse,” I tell her, holding out my hand.