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Just because I was seeing him, didn’t mean I couldn’t appreciate the masculine form with the rest of the female population.

And damn did he have a beautiful masculine form!

Gabe met us at the gate, and his eyes immediately locked on the baby in the backseat, his eyes widening slightly.

“You got the kid,” Gabe said.

Drew nodded as he got out of the truck, offering his hand to Gabe as soon as the gate was open enough for him to slip through.

“We did. You heard?” he asked.

I listened intently as the two spoke about the day’s earlier events.

It was now ten o’clock at night, and I was exhausted.

But I’d been given the chance to get out of my prison by my brother, and I’d taken it like the boon it was.

My brother had acted incredibly weird, and when I’d questioned him about it, he’d mumbled something about window treatments and left without another word.

“Just drive around to the back building,” Gabe said. “Jack and Sam are there with the mother.”

My eyes zeroed in on Gabe as he tried in vain to keep his voice even.

“What the hell happened?” Drew asked quietly.

“Sam and Max met them at the bus station, but the bus had broken down outside of town with a flat tire. Instead of waiting for the bus to get fixed, the woman started walking to town and the man found her about a mile outside of town. Beat the shit out of her, took the kid,” Gabe said softly.

My eyes widened.

“Shit,” Drew said. “She leaves one abusive situation and enters another. I’m sure she’s frantic.”

Gabe nodded and pointed. “Go on.”

Drew offered Gabe one of those back slap handshakes and got back into the truck, puttering slowly around all the buildings and houses.

“That man helped you move,” I pointed at a blonde-haired man.

Drew’s eyes moved over to me.

“You watched us?” He asked.

I nodded.

“What else did I have to do all day?” I asked him.

“Mind your own business?” He suggested.

Drew snorted, as did Raphael from the backseat.

“She didn’t watch me move in,” Raphael countered softly.

I turned around to look at him.

“That was because you moved in at the dead of night. I saw inside your house today. You don’t even have any furniture,” I shot back.

Raphael’s mouth quirked up into a smile.

“That’s James,” Drew gestured with his chin, and then slammed on his breaks suddenly, causing us all to curse. “And that’s his daughter.”