The lights are dim in the lobby since they aren’t open for normal hours and are just coming in to meet in the conference room. There’s the big light that comes from behind the large CS sign behind Davey’s desk and the light that hangs over Coop’s memorial portrait. Other than that, it’s just dark and ominous.

I follow Asher’s lead when he heads down the hallway that I know leads to their offices as well as the conference room in the back. Axel and Greg are in deep conversation about the pros and cons in hunting big game. I don’t even want to know what the hell that means. I shiver at the thought, causing Asher to tighten his hold on my hand and look at me in question. I just shake my head and look around the room.

“Hey, guys,” I say when we step into the room, doing my best to plaster on a happy smile.

“Hey, Chelc. How are you feeling?” Greg asks warmly.

“I’m doing okay, just tired. Pretty sure that’s normal though—all things considered.”

He laughs when I wave my hand over my big belly.

“You have no idea. Melissa was tired all the time. Just nap when you can. She said that helped.”

“Izzy was the same way with Nate. Things seem to be different this time around though. Hang in there. You’re almost done.” Axel smiles at me, but before I can address them, I’m beat to the punch.

“Yeah, bet that’s because it’s a girl this time,” Beck jokes when he joins the group. “That would be interesting with how protective you are of Izzy and Nate. I can see it now. You’re going to have that baby in a bulletproof bubble before she can talk.”

I laugh because, really, he probably isn’t wrong. Axel is crazy about Izzy and Nate, almost to the point where it’s overkill. She seems to love it, so I guess that works for them.

Looking over at Asher, I think for the millionth time how lucky I am. He seems to have little bits of each of these strong alpha males’ personalities in him. He has Axel’s protectiveness without being over the top. If what Melissa tells us is correct, he shares Greg’s bedroom skills. He has that huge heart of gold that Beck is famous for. And of course, he shares Maddox’s strength and determination.

I always found it fascinating how much these men all act like a family, but when you get right down to it, they really are brothers. Just minus the shared DNA. Sometimes I think that makes their bond stronger. They’ve fought together, worked together, and lived their lives together. They have that bond that some siblings will never have.

“Come on, Sunshine. Have a seat and I’ll go grab you a water.”

I sit in the proffered seat and look around the room, once again feeling the claws of dread latching into my skin, digging in deep, and refusing to leave.

“Is everyone here?” Greg asks from the head of the table.

“Not yet,” Axel responds, walking up to Greg and punching him in the shoulder. Greg laughs and moves out of Axel’s spot.

“Who isn’t here yet?” Beck asks, looking around the room.

“Me.”

I turn my head and shiver at the intensity of the gaze that locks with mine.

“Well, look what the cat dragged in,” Beck says, walking over to give Maddox one of those weird half-hug, half-backslap things that men do. “When did you get back in town?”

I’m starting to feel a little uneasy with Maddox’s black eyes still focused only on me. I don’t think there are many people who could hold his gaze and not physically feel burned. He gives me just the barest of nods before stepping forward, a slight limp to his long gait.

“We’ve been back a few days now,” he answers, coming around the table.

He greets Axel and Greg the same way he did Beck. When he gets to Asher, my eyes widen. He pulls him close, his embrace different than the others, and turns his head to whisper something so that only Asher can hear.

Asher’s back gets tight, and I watch these two men interact with complete fascination. When Maddox finishes speaking to him, he pulls back, and whatever Asher says in response has a smile taking over his normally stoic mask. A smile that is so beautiful I let out a gasp before I can stop myself.

Asher turns and gives me a smile of his own before pulling out the high-back, leather office chair and settling his large frame down. The guys are all speaking amongst themselves, so I take a moment to lean over and question Asher about what Maddox just said.

“Are you okay? That looked…interesting.”

“Yeah.” He looks over at me, his clear, blue eyes shining with a peace-like intensity. “He just reminded me about something he told me a few months ago. He asked me how that darkness has been treating me, and damn, it felt good to tell him I have been standing in the middle of some hell of a sunshine for a while now.”