Harley and Ace…
Jewls and Major…
Rowan and Ford…
Finn and Presley…
Robbie and Ember…
Declan and Raven…
Collin and Shayla…
Mike Jacobs…
Talon…
It’s hotness and beauty overload.
Even Bex was speechless.
“You need another drink.” Shayla slides a glass my way.
“Love, the woman has barely finished her last cocktail.” Collin, Shalya’s boyfriend, tucks her hair behind her ear and places a sweet kiss on her cheek.
I hold back my sigh at his alluring British accent.
“She’s tense.” Shayla keeps her eyes on me.
I shake my head. “I’m not tense, just soaking it all in.”
“This is tame, wait until the whole band is around. We typically have to send the kids with grandparents after dinner. It gets wild.” Ember, Robbie’s wife, sits next to me, holding her newest baby boy, Dylan. “Wait until you meet Max.”
“Who’s Max?”
“Max Roberts completes the Robbie, Finn, Max brotherhood. Grew up best friends, joined the Marines, and went to combat together. Max is still enlisted but he works some jobs with Hayes Security.”
“Max is in the wedding,” Rowan chirps. “You’ll meet him soon.”
“He’s a staple in this crew even when he’s thousands of miles away.” Raven slides in beside Bex, who seems starstruck.
“He’s also smokin’ hot. Five alarm fire hot.” Shalya waves her face while Collin rolls his eyes.
Another hot guy in this group may tilt the world’s axis.
I peer over the blanket to see Dylan fast asleep. “He’s beautiful.”
“Thank you.” She beams. “He’s been my easiest baby.”
“Maybe it’s because he’s number three,” Shayla points out. “Finnley and Clyde broke you in. The next one will be a breeze.”
“Shut your mouth and do not let Robbie hear you!” Ember hisses. “He’s lobbying for one more.”
“Why not? You make beautiful kids.”
“Shayla, come back and talk to me after you have your first. Then you’ll understand.”
“She’s got a point.” Collin’s hand slides across Shayla’s stomach and he whispers something in her ear that has her melting into him.