Dash groaned.
“I want to knowthe wholestory,” Eliott said, offering a lopsided grin. “Not like you’re going anywhere. Spill.”
Before Dash could utter a single word, his cousin Tanner McCreary popped his purple haired head in through the door.
“Thereyou are,” Tanner said. “Open to some visitors?”
“As in plural?” Dash asked.
“Quinn, Bell, and I,” Tanner said. “Fitz took the triplets to check on Randall, but he’ll swing by later. Beau’s supposedly on his way, too.”
Quinn and Bellamy moved into the doorway beside Tanner, eyeing him with expectant grins.
“You all didn’t need to come,” Dash said, squirming in the bed. That’s all he needed. More questions from his family. Extended family, at that.
Quinn walked closer and stood at the foot of his bed, a cocky grin on his face. “Not every day we have a cousin get blown up. The least we can do is stop in and see if he’s still alive.” Quinn walked closer and hugged Dash’s papa. “Hello, cousin.”
His papa kissed Quinn’s cheek. “You’re all sweet for checking on him.”
“Sweet?We’re mostly here for the gossip.” Tanner gave his papa a tight hug. He flopped down on the bottom corner of Dash’s bed, crossing his legs under him and getting comfy. “Are you intact?”
“Intact?”Dash asked, lifting a brow.
Tanner grinned. “No missing fingers or limbs, right?”
Dash chuckled. “I assume not. If so, no one’s told me.”
Tanner lifted the bottom of Dash’s blanket and counted toes. “Eleven, just as expected.”
“You have eleven toes?” Eliott asked in a loud voice before wincing and clutching his throat.
“I donot,”Dash answered.
“Of course he does,” Tanner said before winking at Eliott. “And he’s got a tail, too.”
Eliott chuckled, focusing on Dash. “At leastsomeonein your family has a sense of humor.”
Tanner gazed over at Quinn and back to Eliott. “I gotalllllof it. My brothers are almost as bad as Dash.”
“Hey, Quinn’s gotten better since he met me,” Bellamy said, spreading a hand over his swollen belly. “Beau’s the stuffed shirt now.”
“Did I hear my name spoken in vain?” Beau asked from the doorway before striding in.
“Quinn might be better,” Tanner said over his shoulder at Bellamy. “But he’s still nome.”
“No onecould be you,” Quinn said to Tanner. He turned his focus to Dash. “Any news on what caused the explosion?” Quinn asked, urging Bellamy to sit in the chair Oakley had abandoned.
Bellamy walked past, squeezing Dash’s ankle with affection before sitting.
“I haven’t heard anything yet,” Dash said as Quinn sat down beside his mate.
“Beau, let’s put in a few calls tomorrow morning, see what we can find out,” Quinn said to his brother.
Dash gazed at Beau when he didn’t respond.
Beau was staring hard at Eliott.
“Beau?”Quinn asked again.
