Ty’s voice stopped him.
 
 “Hey Nick?”
 
 Nick took a steadying breath and closed his eyes, putting
 
 the phone to his ear again. “What?”
 
 “I just . . . be careful, okay?”
 
 Nick nodded, rol ing his eyes. “Got it.”
 
 108
 
 Nick hung up the phone before Ty could say more. He
 
 was tired of dealing with that heartache for tonight. He slid
 
 the phone into his pocket and glanced down the stairs with
 
 a frown. JD had obviously come up here for something, and
 
 Nick wasn’t buying the “I need air” excuse. He looked over
 
 the railing into the lower deck of his boat. He knew Julian
 
 was in one of the bunks, with Hagan keeping an eye on things
 
 from up top until it was Nick’s watch.
 
 He headed down the steps, listening intently, expecting
 
 JD to have returned to the VIP cabin to sleep. He came up
 
 short when he reached the bottom of the stairs and almost
 
 bowled JD over.
 
 “Sorry!” he whispered as he grabbed the man’s arm to
 
 steady him. “What are you doing? Are you okay?”
 
 JD nodded. “Yeah, I . . . I was just looking at your pictures.”
 
 Nick glanced at the frames that lined the wal .
 
 “How long were you a Marine?”
 
 “Ten years,” Nick answered. JD was staring at the pictures,
 
 his sharp eyes taking them in, studying them. Nick knew
 
 every photo on the wal , but he rarely slowed to look at them
 
 anymore. Most were of him in uniform, and almost every one
 
 had Ty Grady in it. They had been best friends for so long, it
 
 was almost impossible to find a shot of Nick without him.