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attempt to outmaneuver her. She was not about to have that.
    Before she could make her move, Roadrunner spoke up. “Careful, Daz. You might’a met your match with this one.”
    In my arms, Emmy started to fuss. Her silent demand to be put down was odd. Usually, she was all about vocalizing her thoughts. Still, I set her down without question. She immediately stepped up to Daz and extended her arms in the air. The look on Daz’s face, the panicked way his eyes popped open, had me biting my lips to keep from laughing. Daz was not a kid person. I think he was uncomfortable with them out of a basic fear of some woman he’d one-nighted showing up with one of his own. I had to hand it to him, though. He only froze for a second before lifting my girl into his inked arms.
    Without hesitation, she grabbed onto his stubble-shadowed jaw and gave a smacking kiss to his right cheek.
    “Well…fuck,” Daz muttered.
    “Daz!” I reprimanded. “Could you not swear in front of my three-year-old?”
    “Right. Sorry. Shit—” His eyes went wide as he did it again. “I mean… oops. ” Emmy giggled. “Just don’t repeat anything your Uncle Daz says,” he told her. “How ‘bout that?”
    “Untle Daz is funny,” she went on laughing.
    “Uncle,” I corrected.
    “Untle,” she repeated while nodding at me like she had it under control. I just shook my head. There was no arguing with her.
    Daz looked to Stone and Roadrunner. “See? I can’t keep the ladies off me.” Then, he turned with my girl and started walking inside.
    “You can’t keep her, Razzle-Dazzle,” Roadrunner called after him.
    Daz flipped him the bird behind his back. “I’m her uncle. It’s called babysitting.”
    “You can’t use my daughter to pick up women,” I told him.
    “What good is being an uncle then?”
    I heard Emmy’s laughter. She might not have understood the conversation, but the animated way Daz talked was enough for her. “Oh yeah, that’s what’s good about it,” he muttered.
    Totally sunk. He was just another victim to her charms.

I stayed with Stone and Roadrunner while they each grabbed a box from the back of the truck. I had Emmy’s backpack of things to keep her occupied in the car and one duffle I packed with some basic necessities we might need before we could get to unpacking.
    Shuffling through the entry, I kept my gaze down as I held the door open for both men. I needed that moment to brace. Without a doubt, I knew looking into the living room of the farmhouse was going to be hard. I spent more days than I could count in that room and I knew, as well as I knew the Disciples, it would not have changed much. The brothers weren’t exactly interior decorators. Unless a piece of furniture broke beyond repair, it stayed where it was. The constancy had been comforting as a kid, but I found myself wishing it weren’t true anymore.
    When the two men were through the doorway, I took a deep breath, turned into the room…
    And froze.
    Flowers. Everywhere. On the couch, piled into the corners of the room, all over the living room.
    “What the…”
    “Yeah, those’ll be gone soon,” Stone said over his shoulder. “Deni organized for us to take them over to the hospital.”
    “But what are they all from?”
    “The wedding,” he answered.
    Before I could ask what wedding, Roadrunner spoke up. “Forgot to tell you about that. Gauge and Cami had their wedding here over the weekend.”
    Wait. Gauge and Cami?
    “Cami, as in—”
    “As in my baby girl got hitched to a Disciple,” Tank cut me off. I turned to see him coming out of the kitchen with his arms full of…a little boy? Before I could ask, Tank went right on speaking. “Sorry I couldn’t meet you at the door. Little Levi decided he needed feedin’ now.”
    “Levi?” I asked, already making my way toward him.
    Tank grinned at me like he was king of the world. “My grandson.”
    I dropped the duffle bag and backpack to the floor as Tank’s big arms