Page 218 of Finding Hope

Jon turns with a giddy grin. “You need to get over that, Deputy Dawg. Scotch is over it.”

“Fuck I am!”

“Potty mouth!” Tink scolds. Storming forward, she slaps Scotch’s arm and sends him skittering away in fear.

“Stop hitting me!”

“Stop teaching our kids to swear!” She points at my beautiful bride. “There’s a new baby coming. That’syourblood. Reilly and Turner blood. You wanna teach it to swear?”

“You assume!”

We turn as one at Luca’s smug words. Lifting my brow, I glare at his goofy smile. “Come again, Nick Carter?”

He nods towardmywife. “Youassumethat’s a Reilly baby. Could be mine…” He runs his tongue along his teeth, but at my sudden movement, squeals like a bitch and sprints when I break away from Britt and chase him down.

I tackle him to the mats and smoosh his face into the forgiving rubber floor. Flipping him over and resting my elbow on his windpipe, I press tighter when he continues to laugh. “Whose baby is that, asshole?”

“I’m just saying,” he smarts off. “Britt and I are quite… friendly.”

“Last chance…” Fortunately for me, my arm isn’t cuffed behind my back, so I cock it high in warning and prepare to smash Luc’s jaw. “Whose baby is that?”

He lets out a deep grunt as Britt kicks him in the ribs. Standing over us, she massages circles into her overinflated belly. “DefinitelynotLuc’s.”

He wheezes through laughter. “But, I mean, if we tried really hard, we probably have enough time to fix it.” He winks at her.

She kicks him remorselessly and has him coughing up a rib.

“Let’s go!” Izzy shouts. “I don’t have all day!”

“Well, yeah, Bubs. We actually do.”

“Shh.” She smacks her husband. “I just really wanna see this.”

“Alright.” Stepping forward with a wicked gleam in his eyes, Alex shakes the metal cuffs. “Hands behind your back, let’s get this done.”

I bring my fist down on Luc’s chin anyway, because he deserves it, then I press my weight into his chest and stand.

Stepping toward Alex, I look across the gym and spothim; jeans low hung, the band of his underwear showing, his broad fighter body still as fit as the day I met him.

I might get my ass handed to me today.

I pull my shirt off and pass it to Bambie, then with a soft kiss on her plump lips, I turn back to her brother and bite off my complaints when he slaps the cuff down over my left wrist and secures the other end into the belt loop of my jeans.

“You got my baby sister pregnant,” he murmurs angrily in my ear. “You’re lucky I don’t kill you, motherfucker.”

“Mmhmm.” I look over my shoulder – knowing my dimple is popping. Knowing it taunts him. “I’m probably gonna try and make another with her tonight, just so you know. I want you to think about that while you watch 27 Dresses on TV.”

With a roar, he shoves me away. “You’re a fucking asshole! Shut the hell up.”

“Alright, Uncle Jack.” Smalls pushes me towardhim. “It’s time to show them who’s the boss. I’m on your side. You’re gonna win.”

I turn back and lay a soft kiss on her curly hair. “Thanks, Bug. You’ve always got my back.”

“Always.”

“Alright, limp dick.” Bobby steps forward when Alex cuffs his left arm behind his back to match mine. “One continuous round. It doesn’t end till someone taps out or is knocked out. Winner takes respect, loser buys everyone dinner.”

“I’m honored to be your midlife crisis, B. Makes me feel all gooey inside.”

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