I rolled my eyes. “Jesus, Randy, you need to stop with this shit. We’re here and we’re not goin’ anywhere, whether you like it or not.”
“Randy!” Sundance bellowed again.
“Up here,” I called.
“God, you people are insane,” she hissed.
Sundance appeared in the doorway and scowled. “What the fuck happened?”
“Nothing I wasn’t already dealing with.”
“He tried to rape her,” I said, and Sundance’s face went from annoyed to rage-filled.
“What the fuck?” This came from Aero who’d arrived right behind Sundance.
“Bad date,” Randy said.
Sundance lifted the now conscious piece of shit to his feet and shoved a bandana in his mouth. “We’re gonna take this guy and teach him a few lessons before we release him back into the wild.”
“You don’t need to do that,” Randy countered.
“It’s our pleasure, sweetheart,” Aero said, giving her a Boy Scout salute, and dragging him out of the room.
Sundance hugged her. “Family night one week from Saturday. Want you there.”
“I’m not—”
“I’m comin’ to get you if you don’t show up early,” he warned, and walked out before she could object.
“Why won’t y’all just leave me alone?”
“Because you’re ours, sweetheart, you know this. Stop fightin’ it,” I said.
She blinked back tears. “I can’t, Noah. The memories are too hard.”
I pulled her against me and stroked her back. “I get it, Randy, I fuckin’ do, but if you shut yourself off from your only family, you’re not gonna find the way to healin’. Let us be there for you.”
“No promises.”
“You can meet my girl,” I said.
“You’ve got a girl?”
I smiled. “I do. And a kid.”
“Wait, what?”
I gave her the Reader’s Digest version of Sabrina and Felix and her eyes widened.
“Holy shit, that’s unbelievable.”
“Yeah, it seriously is.” I gave her shoulder a squeeze. “If you come to family night, you’ll meet them both.”
“Not fair.” She crossed her arms. “Dangling a kid and a woman out there. I mean, any woman that has made you all fluttery deserves some kind of medal.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Fluttery?”
“I have never, and I meannever, seen you all... I don’t know, fluttery about a girl.” She wrinkled her nose. “It’s not all Tom Cruise on Oprah’s sofa fluttery, but...”
