His eyes narrowed on Dyna’s tiny T-shirt that read, “My Grandpa Tastes the Colors of the Rainbow,” with a rainbow painted across her chest, each stripe of color outlined in gold glitter.
“What does that mean?” Rev asked. “Never seen Dutch eat Skittles.”
Cage laughed. “Means none of us will ever live up to being the legend who is my old man.”
Rook snorted.
Reilly wrinkled her nose. “Don’t any of you ever ask me to drop off anything at his house again. My corneas are permanently damaged after that, just so you know.”
“Nothin’ you ain’t seen before,” Rev reminded her. “Hell, nothin’ we all ain’t seen before. Too many fuckin’ times.”
Dyna let out a giggle and everyone stared at her.
“Did she understand that?” Rev whispered.
Cage sighed. “She’s not even a year old, yet, dumbass.”
“She’ll learn soon enough what a stud her pop-pop is,” Rook said. “Probably in ways no one hopes she learns.”
“Well, anyway, what I saw wasn’t normal…” Reilly sighed, closed her eyes and twisted her face. “Just no. Find some other fool the next time something needs to be dropped off there.”
“Just leave it on the porch, ring the bell and run next time,” Rook suggested.
“Ding dong and dash,” Rev agreed.
“Ding dong and dash?” Reilly asked. “Isn’t it Ding Dong Ditch?”
“Damn,” Cage whispered.
Reilly’s brow furrowed. “It’s Damn Ding Dong Ditch?”
Rev then realized Cage hadn’t been responding to Reilly. His attention was caught elsewhere.
All eyes turned toward a trim figure heading in their direction. Long black hair was bound in a braid down her back, crystal blue eyes were focused on their little group and she was dressed like a hot as fuck badass.
Jet wore black tactical pants, a shiny skin-tight, black short-sleeved shirt, a loaded shoulder holster and a hip holster. All in black.
A real Lara Croft, right there.
“Lookin’ hot as fuck, Jet, now that you ain’t wearin’ a real badge,” Cage called out.
She lifted the shiny badge that hung around her neck on a chain as she joined them. “This is a real badge.” She touched each of her handguns. “Real guns, too. Don’t make me use you for target practice.”
Rook snorted and, when she came within her ol’ man’s reach, he roughly grabbed the back of her neck and slammed her into his chest. He crushed his mouth to hers and, once he was done, he murmured something into her ear the rest of them couldn’t hear.
Jet smiled up at him for a long… very long minute.
Rev could only imagine what those silent looks said. He and Reilly shared a lot of those while working at the garage. Usually her nipples popped up like turkey timers just like Jet’s just had.
After a few more seconds, Jet cleared her throat. “I just came over to check on the progress.” She turned toward Reilly. “I’m going to go clean up and get ready for the shower.”
She was there and gone that quickly. Rook’s eyes were glued to her as she strode away. He wore a grin on his face that every man with a dick knew what it meant.
Rev wore that same grin often, too. Especially when Reilly strutted naked to the bed where he waited, also naked, but hard as fuck.
“If I manhandled Jemma like that, my nuts would be hangin’ off my chin,” Cage announced to no one in particular.
Rook turned toward his younger brother. “Why you’re a pussy and I ain’t.”
“You’re no longer bigger than me. You can’t kick my ass anymore, asshole.”
“Wanna bet? If you weren’t holdin’ my niece…”
Cage held Dyna out to Reilly, who rolled her eyes and refused to take her. “You’re both assholes and no, I’m not holding Dyna so you two can scrap. If Dutch finds out you two got into a fight, he’ll crack you both upside the head with a lug wrench. All right. I gotta go, too,” Reilly announced, going up on her tiptoes and planting a kiss on Rev’s cheek. “Are you going to stay and supervise our house being put together like a puzzle? Make sure they don’t screw up, Master Plumber.”
“Ain’t our house,” Rev corrected, his hands gripping her curvy hips. “Your house.”
“Oh, right,” Reilly gave him an exaggerated wink, “my house.”
“Wait. Where the fuck you goin’?”
Reilly shook her head. “Didn’t you hear what Jet said?”
“Yeah, she’s goin’ to take a shower.”
Cage laughed. “You sure you wanna be stuck with this dumb motherfucker, Lee? He might pass his dumb-dumb genes on to your babies.”
Rev turned toward him. “Ain’t that what she said?”
Reilly whacked him in the gut with the back of her hand. “She’s getting ready for Reese’s baby shower.”
“Why d’you think I got Dyna instead of Tessa?” Cage asked, pressing a kiss to his daughter’s forehead.
“Da! Da! Da!” his daughter yelled and pounded on her father’s bearded face with fists and a huge smile.
“Where’s it at?” Rev asked Reilly.