I finger the large bandage there and shrug. “Got some ink.”
My brother chuckles in surprise. “Remington Hale, bad boy extraordinaire. What made you want to do that?”
“Do what?” his twin asks, coming into the living room with a bottle of water.
“Remi got a tattoo and he’s joining the Hell’s Angels,” Phoenix quips.
“Cool,” Helix says, settling down beside me and reaching for the baby.
I growl at him and put a hand possessively on the back of Reece’s head. “I just got here. You can hold her later.”
He huffs his indignation. “Fine, but we all know she likes me best.”
Phoenix smacks him on the back of his head. “I’m literally her father. She likes me best.”
“You’re both wrong,” I argue. “I’m her favorite person in the world. Just look how peaceful she looks when I hold her.”
Reece chooses that exact moment to fart in her sleep, and we all laugh.
“So is the very proper Remington Hale really getting a motorcycle?” Helix asks.
“No, Phe is being stupid. I just got a tat.”
He eyes the bandage. “Can I see?”
I shift the baby over, and Helix peels away the tape, revealing the freshly inked skin. “Dude, that is sweet. The detail is beautiful.”
“Thanks. I just got it done yesterday.”
Phoenix leans over and inspects it as well. “Nice, but what’s the significance?”
Avoiding his blue gaze, I go for nonchalant. “Just reminded me of something.”
He sits in the adjacent recliner and rubs his pointer finger across his lips. “Somethingor someone?”
I don’t answer the question, but my brothers share a knowing look. “I don’t need a lecture,” I say defensively. “I’m sure you think I’m nuts since it was only one night.”
“We didn’t say that,” Helix says. “People come into our lives for a reason, and sometimes that changes us in a fundamental way. Even if we can’t explain it.”
My chest constricts and releases because that’s exactly what happened.
“Dude,” Phoenix says. “That was deep. Maybe I should get me some of those slutty man glasses so I’ll be as intellectually profound as you.”
“You’ll need more than glasses,” I shoot back, and Helix chuckles.
“Any news on finding Minnie? I mean, I know you have the video.”
“Wait,” Phoenix interrupts, waving a hand. “What video? And why hasn’t anyone told me about it?”
“You’ve been a little busy getting ready for this one,” I say, bouncing the baby once. “I didn’t want to bother you.”
He rubs the stubble on his chin with his fingertips. “I guess I have been distracted. Took me three days to figure out how to work the damn Diaper Genie.” We all laugh, and Phoenix leans forward, forearms on his thighs. “What video were you talking about?”
“Antonio was able to get into the security cameras at the hotel,” I explain. “I have footage of us arriving that night. Then, the next morning at 5:07, the camera over the back door caught Minnie leaving. It only captured her from the back, but it appeared as though she was talking on the phone.”
“What time did you wake up?” he asks.
“A little before six.” I shake my head in frustration. “So I missed her by less than an hour.”