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James’s face. I could never describe it. But I want to box it up and pull it out whenever I need a laugh. “Is this some kind of joke?” He blinks. Scowls. “You’re fucking pregnant!”

“And my kid might not have a dad right now if its mother hadn’t stepped in.”

My laughter is out of control.

“Fuck off, Danny,” James hisses, stomping his way to the edge of the boat. “Come here,” he orders Beau. “Now.”

“You’ll have to ask my driver to bring me in closer.”

“Who’s your driver?” he asks, looking toward the helm. “Who have I got to kill?”

Rose’s head pops up. “Me.” And she grins, all toothy, a lot nervous.

“Oh, boy,” Brad breathes, as my laughter slowly dries up, my eyes like saucers.

“Rose?”

“Hi, darling.” She waves tentatively, but she’s definitely smug.

“You’re in St. Lucia.”

“Yeah, Tank might be quitting.” She comes to the edge of her boat and leans over, trying to see into ours. “Where is she? Is she okay?”

I glance back. Pearl looks guilty. “Wait. Did you have something to do with this?”

She nibbles her lip, remaining silent, as Brad glares at her in disbelief.

“She may have enlightened us on a few details,” Rose says.

I can’t fucking believe this. “I’m fucking furious!”

“Yes, thought you would be.” Rose takes one step back.

“Nolan?” Brad murmurs, his shock and anger subsiding for a moment.

“He’s conscious,” Beau says, holding her mobile up. “Goldie’s driving him to the emergency room.”

Relief. It’s rife. On all of us. But I’m still fucking savage.

“You’re in so much trouble,” James growls, reaching for the boat and pulling it over. “So much fucking trouble, Beau Kelly, I can’t even talk.”

“You sound like you’re talking just fine.”

“Pregnant!”

“I’m okay,” she breathes. “And so are you.”

Jesus Christ. Okay, she’s right. But still. “I’m mad at you too,” I declare. The ex-cop in her will never go away. Our Lara Croft.

“Do you want a ride or not?” Rose asks. “It’s a really long way back to shore.”

My lip must look deformed it’s so curled.

“Fuck it, I’m swimming,” James mutters, jumping in.

I look at him in the water. Feel my exhaustion. My pain. But . . . brothers. I dive in after him, and once Brad’s helped Pearl onto the girl’s boat—where the fuck did they get that boat?—he’s not far behind.

“They’re all grounded,” I declare.

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