Always Crew

“Can’t your man take her back?”

A snort/grin was his response. “Brock ordered a new champagne bottle to be brought to the office when she announced she was coming to work with us, for an entire two weeks. Two weeks. And Brock doesn’t drink.”

Speaking of Brock and how they were more open that he was her man, I asked, “You’re heading back there this weekend?”

She sobered, nodding. “Yeah. You’ll be okay?”

“Me?”

She indicated to me, her eyes darting down. “You know. Today’s your last day for awhile and all.”

“Oh.” Warmth spread through me, sending little tingles to my toes and all the way to the back of my neck. It sucked today was my last day on the job, but the reason was a whole new chapter in life. “I’ll be fine.”

Zellman grunted. “Cross redid an entire room for them, just to have sex in. Those two have always been like rabbits once they got together and came out of not-ever-being-secretive at all, but—”

“Hey!”

He lifted up a shoulder, throwing his arm around my neck and pulling me in for a hug. “Come on, B.” His forehead rested to the side of mine. “Thick and thin. Crew forever and all that shit. You know I love you, but you and Cross, fucking rabbits. And yeah, that pun is totally intended.” But he hugged me tight for a second and he said quietly just for me, “You know I love you. Always crew.”

I did. I tipped my head back, letting him see that I was happy. I patted his chest. “Always crew.”

“Well, now that we’ve had your daily ‘crew’ moment, I’m also letting you know that I put calls in. Suit up and head out to meet your brother’s man, and you’re supposed to pick up your man and Jordan, too.”

Sometimes they joined in, but only when it was approved, and I was more than down with that.

Zellman and I went off, grabbing our gear, and he headed out first to the parking lot.

I was stepping out from the door, checking my phone when a text came through.

Cross: Old times.

Me: Old times. Leaving now.

Cross: Good. I’ll be ready.

Zellman shot forward in his truck and leaned over to shove open his door for me. “Come on, B. After this bail jump, we’re going bowling to celebrate.”

Zellman still sucked at bowling. Zellman was also the one who asked to go bowling.

I got inside. “That sounds good.”

And because I couldn’t help it since finding out, I moved my hand to my stomach.

Yes. I was happy indeed.

We had a baby crew member coming.

From: Tazsters

To: Everyone

Subject: champagne and dancing around holla

I’M AN AUNT! I’M AN AUNT.

SUCK IT, EVERYONE.

I’M AN AUNT.

The BEST Twin

They better name her after me.

THE END