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“I can never repay you,” he said, smiling at Garr. “You saved my daughter. I’m not even pissed that you didn’t tell me where you were going and what you were doing. Thank you, Garr. Tell me what you need, what you want. You can have anything I’m capable of giving.”

“Sir, you owe me nothing,” said Garr, shaking his head. “But since you asked. I’d like to formally request that you allow me to date Macie, with every intention of one day marrying her.”

Sam laughed as Mia smiled, nodding her head.

“Told you,” she grinned.

“You knew?” frowned Garr. “How could you know?”

“Son, you’ve been mooning over Macie for ten years. I could never figure out why you didn’t just ask her for a date. Five years is nothing when it comes to love, Garr. We’d be proud if you wanted to become part of our family.”

“Thank you, Dad,” said Macie, hugging her father then her mother.

“That’s what I wanted for Christmas, Macie,” said Garr, pulling her into his arms. “I didn’t want a damn sweater or cologne or anything else. I want you.”

“Oh, Garr,” she sniffed. Her breath caught in her throat, and she stared at everyone, then the waterworks began. She started crying, and they didn’t think she would ever stop.

“It’s shock,” said Kennedy. “Let’s get her to the clinic and give her something to calm her down.”

“No,” said Garr. “I want to take her to my cottage.”

Sam and Mia nodded in agreement, and Doc drove the ATV toward Garr’s cottage. Inside, he lay Macie on the sofa, covering her with a warm blanket, starting the fire, and watching as Doc gave her a sedative.

“She’ll sleep for a while,” he said. “Just watch her to be sure she doesn’t try to get up by herself.”

When his door opened with his teammates entering, he looked at Doc and frowned.

“You guys okay?” asked Doc.

“Yes, sir. But there are nineteen dead at the mall. They were coming from both entrances. Six men, multiple weapons, random shooting. From what the witnesses said, they just lifted the weapons and started firing. No aim, no intent other than to kill as many as possible.”

“If there were six men and as many weapons, nineteen doesn’t seem like a lot of deaths,” frowned Doc. “Maybe that’s a blessing in disguise that they were shitty shooters.”

“Amen to that,” said Sebastian.

“Anyone taking credit for the shootings? Any terrorist groups?” asked Gabi.

“Nothing yet,” said Leif.

“Forrest! Forrest!” yelled Code, running toward the cottage. “Maddie’s in labor! Gray said get your ass to your cottage. They can’t move her.”

“Shit!”

Forrest took off running, and Garr looked down at Macie’s sleeping face. She was going to be pissed that she missed the birth of the quads, but he didn’t give a damn. She was safe and sound, and he was going to hunt down the shooters.

“Brother, I can stay here if you want to be with Forrest and Maddie,” said Doc.

“No. No, this is where I need to be,” said Garr. “Please go and let me know how it turns out. I’m praying for them.” Doc laughed, shaking his head.

“You just need to pray for Forrest. He’s about to have four babies all at once.”

“I’m so proud of you, Maddie,” said Forrest, kissing her forehead. The four pink-skinned bundles were in their arms, two for him, two for her.

“So, are we in agreement on the names,” smiled Maddie.

“I think so. Let’s get our folks in here before they break down the door.” Forrest stood, opening the bedroom door to find his parents and hers standing on the other side, waiting not-so-patiently.

“About damn time,” smirked Robbie. Carrie pushed past him to stand by Maddie.

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