Despite a primal and parental need to get home, none of us, except maybe Decoy, were fit for a long ride until the next morning.
We rolled out at dawn, Nash leading this time, me flanking with Folk and Decoy behind me, while Ranger and Viktor lurked at the back. The roads were slick with icy slush, but we made good time, rolling into Devon six hours later, following Nash onto the compound as he zipped up the driveway faster than he usually would, weaving through the trucks and vans queuing to get into the sales hub, gunning for the gates.
He swept into the yard. We burned after him as the clubhouse doors opened and Rubi and Cam strode down the steps, big, scene-stealing men. But I barely saw them, transfixed instead by the vision that followed—her curvy frame wrapped in soft leggings, a white vest stretched over her glorious bump, and a huge flannel shirt she’d definitely stolen from my twin, though I had no idea when, since he’dbeen wearing it himself the last time I’d seen him.
Orla reached the steps. Still bewitched, I didn’t take much notice of whoever popped up to take her arm and guide her down. Just rolled off my bike, oblivious to the faded jeans and Timberland boots until he was right on top of me.
Logan.
My breath caught in my chest. I reached for him with one hand, the other flailing for Orla—forNashas he came up on us, his arms sliding around our woman. “What’s wrong? Why are you here?”
“Easy.” Logan pulled me into a one-armed hug. “I was passing. Thought I’d stop by and say hello.”
I drew back to chuck my frown in his face. “You’ve never done that in your life.”
Cosmylife had been such a clusterfuck, he’d moved away to escape it?—
That’s not why he left.
“I’ve never done it toyou,” Logan countered. “Maybe I came to see Orla.”
Or maybe he was a lying fuckin’ liar, but I was too pleased to see him to care. “You come alone?”
“No, Rem’s here.”
“Where?”
“Looking at something in the garage.”
More bemusement washed over me. Remy had as much interest in engines as I had in jewellery, but... did I give a fuck right now?
Not a single one.
I let Logan go and finally gave Orla my full attention. She beamed at me, her smile as big as her giant belly and tits. “Hey, queenie.”
Orla kissed my cheek, her devilish tongue flicking out to swipe my jaw. “Hey, sweetheart. We missed you.”
“Missed you too. I took good care of him though.”
“Honey, I bet you did.”
Logan snorted and stepped away to look beyond me to the garage doors as Remy stepped out with River, his golden hair shining in the winter sun, every move of his dancer’s body one that made even Alexei look clumsy.
I hadn’t seen my brother-in-law in a couple of months. Somehow, we’d kept missing each other, and the last place I’d expected to rectify that was here. Leaving Orla with Nash, I moved across the yard to greet Remy, tugging him into the kind of embrace he could withstand cos he lived with my brother’s undying affection.
“Tell me the truth,” I murmured. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
“We came to see you.”
“Why?”
Remy shrugged. “Why not?”
“Cos you never have. Why now?”
“Think about it,” Remy hedged. “All the good things you say about this place, you don’t think he’d want to see it for himself?”
“While I wasn’t fuckin’ here?”