“He doesn’t need my permission.” Miles sighs.

“Okay, lets all calm down.” Dayton steps in front of me.

“I’m calm.” I cross my arms over my chest. “You need to talk to him.”

“You know Clay would never do anything to jeopardize us reaching our goal.” He turns his back to me so he can face Tucker. “Right?”

“Right.” Tucker mutters, flexing his hands.

“Then chill. We all want the same thing, we’re on the same team, so fighting amongst ourselves isn’t going to help us right now.” He looks around at us. “Are we good now?”

“We’re good.” I let my arms fall to my sides.

“Tuck?” Dayton sighs and Tucker lifts his chin. “Fuck, why is it that I’m still keeping you two from killing each other?” He walks to the couch and falls lazily into it. “Have you been dealing with this bullshit since I’ve been gone?”

“All the fucking time, and it’s worse now than it’s ever been.” Miles sighs, taking a seat next to him.

Dayton looks at Tucker. “Are you still pissed at Clay because of the shit Naomi pulled?”

Leave it to Dayton to call Tuck out like the lawyer he is.

“She was drunk,” Tucker mutters.

I shake my head. “Brother, you know I love you and I’m all for you trying to figure shit out with your wife, but you know that’s a fucking lie.” I scrub my hands down my face. “She might have been drinking but she was not drunk.”

“She’d been going through a lot since the miscarriage.”

“I know.” My tone softens because fuck I know that him loosing that baby gutted him. His wife–I’m not so sure, she seemed almost relieved when talking about the miscarriage. Then again, everyone deals with loss differently, so what the fuck do I know?

“She had been drinking, she needed a shoulder to cry on and Clay gave her that.” He looks at me. “She told me what she did as soon as she got home.”

I know she did, and I know that shit was only because I made it clear that I was going to tell him no matter how much she cried and begged me not to. To this day I still don’t know why she showed up on my doorstep. Yes, we had gone out on a couple of dates before her and Tucker got together but it was never serious. And after she married my brother, we were cordial at best and only really spoke in a group setting. Finding her outside my door had caught me by surprise, but I love my brother, and knew that they had gone through something difficult, so I didn’t tell her to leave like I should have. No, I invited her in and about ten minutes into her being here I knew I fucked up when she tried crawling up my body to get to my mouth.

“So, you get that Clay wasn’t at fault?” Dayton raises a brow.