me in charge of it.”
I nodded. “Damn straight it is. My father’s an idiot.”
Neither man denied my statement.
“Any new lady friends?”
He shot me a cheeky grin. “A gentleman never tells.”
Rafe almost fell over laughing. “I wish that were the case. I get so many details, I feel like I should start writing pornos for a living. Probably pretty good money in it, too.”
Turo flushed as he snapped his towel at his brother. “Asshole. She doesn’t need to hear that.”
I laughed. “Well, I did ask.”
Rafe stabbed his finger at me while looking at his brother. “Exactly. Go snap her with a towel.”
“When are you guys going to settle down and give me nephews and nieces?”
They both groaned. “Not you, too, Will. Mama’s on us all the time to start giving her grandbabies.”
I raised an eyebrow at Turo. “You’re thirty-seven. I should think your manwhore days are firmly behind you. Don’t you want kids?”
He smiled, nodded. “Sure. But since you won’t marry me…” he shrugged. “I’m not into second place ladies.” He winked.
I laughed, long and loud. “I’d make a terrible wife.”
“I don’t know about that,” Ryker said from the doorway where he and Dom stood.
I startled and let my head fall over backwards so I could see him.
Dom slapped him up the backside of his head. “She’s not for you.” He stalked into the room, pressed a kiss to my lips before helping me raise my head.
“I didn’t say she was. I just don’t think she’d make a terrible wife for someone.” Ryker threw his jacket and briefcase into the chair by my couch.
What the hell is he doing here? Again. It was like he was stalking me. I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. But I bit my words back. He’d saved me at least three times so far. I could be nice. For now.
“Enjoy the rest of your day?” I asked him.
He shrugged.
I turned, searching for Dom. “What happened?” I asked him.
Dom sighed. Sat in the chair closest to the foot of the couch. He cleared his throat. “You’re going to have to go in before a judge and sign an affidavit that Penn didn’t kidnap you.”
My eyes widened as I jerked back. “But…but why does anyone think I was kidnapped anyways? It’s not like I’m locked up in a dungeon somewhere right now.”
Ryker made an odd noise in his throat.
I turned to look at him. “Well, it’s not. I’m in my own home, stuck on this stupid couch because my legs hurt.” I swung back to Dom. “And Ryker didn’t have anything to do with that either.”
Dom swallowed heavily. “It seems that Doctor Douche has joined forces with Cavendish. They’re trying to make the kidnapping charges stick.”
I felt all the blood drain from my face. I studied Dom’s face. His inability to look at me told me something else was going on. “Spit it out, Domenico Maurice.”
He looked at me, fire in his eyes. “Errington’s trying to get you admitted to the hospital involuntarily. Saying that you’re a danger to yourself. His evidence is the way you ran from the room when you were injured.”
I shook my head, felt the room close in around me. “No.” I sank my nails into my legs. “No. He can’t do that. He’s not my husband anymore. He’s not my emergency contact. He has no say in what I do.”
“He filled himself in as your doctor of record, Will,” Dom said softly.
I shook my head some more. This couldn’t be happening. I’d rather die than be anywhere near him. I couldn’t go back to him. Not ever.
The edges of my vision went black as someone lifted my legs and sat down with them in their lap. Someone grabbed my hand, rescued my flesh from my nails.
The next moment, a deep, fiery pain shot through my mind.
I inhaled as my brain cleared. I looked up.
Ryker had put himself under my legs. Dug the heel of his hand into my thigh under the guise of holding my hand.
I felt tears burn at the back of my eyes. He’d saved me, again. And in a way that my adopted brothers didn’t seem to comprehend.
He held my gaze with his bright emerald one. “He’s not going to get away with this, Willow.”
“Damn straight he’s not,” Dom said, not even commenting on the fact that Ryker had my legs in his lap.
I pressed our clasped hands deeper into my bruised thigh as I studied Ryker’s face. He pushed against my hand at one point. The corner