“Hawk,” I breathed.

“Keep that shit to yourself for now, Sweet Pea. Serious. Do not call Tyra. Let me find out what the fuck’s goin’ on.”

I nodded.

“Now I gotta go.”

I kept nodding.

“Kiss me, babe.”

I rolled up on my toes and kissed him.

Hawk kissed me back, hard but brief.

When he lifted his head, he whispered, “Love you, babe.”

“Love you too, Hawk,” I whispered back.

Then he let me go and poof! Vanished.

I stood frozen at the sink.

Then I whispered, “Oh my God,” my breath hitched as a very bad feeling stole through me, “Tack.”

* * *

Tess

Fifteen minutes later, Brock and Tessa Lucas’s house, Washington Park, Denver…

“Martha,” I said into my cell phone, standing in my kitchen, “I advise against a sit down dinner.”

“Why?” she asked.

“Because you have five hundred guests coming to your wedding. First, that’s going to cost a fortune. Second, it’ll cost a fortune.”

As Martha replied, “Tess, I’ve waited over four decades for this shindig. And I want it to be the… frigging… best… of everything,” I watched as Joel wandered in and stole a cupcake from the array of them on the island.

“Hang on a second,” I said to Martha then I said to Joel, “Honey, those are for the party.”

“There’re, like, a hundred of them,” Joel replied, eyeing the island covered in cupcakes.

This was true with a slight exaggeration and only half of them were for the party since, when I made them, I doubled the number because I knew this exact thing would happen.

“Right, then, it’s still morning,” I told him.

“Barely,” he replied.

He had me there so I didn’t respond and Joey knew what this meant. I wasn’t going to make a big deal of it because, really, there was nothing to make a big deal of.

And anyway, my boys had my baked goods for breakfast on a regular basis.

He grinned, ripped the paper off and shoved half the cupcake with its mountainous swirl of frosting in his mouth as he wandered out.

“Hello? I’m still on the phone,” I heard Martha call and I went back to her at the same time I saw Rex wander in and grab his own cupcake.

I let Rex’s pilfering go without a word. Martha and a sit down dinner at her wedding to DEA Agent Calhoun took precedence. I had a slim chance I could talk Martha out of a sit down dinner. I had no chance I’d talk my boys out of eating my cupcakes.

Martha was wavering when Brock walked in, leaned a faded jeans clad hip against the counter and grabbed his own cupcake.

I watched him eating it and I felt his silver eyes on me but I didn’t lift my eyes to his because I was fascinated by the movements of his mouth. Therefore, during the show I lost all focus on Martha.

“Hello? Tess? It’s only my wedding we’re talking about,” she said in my ear. “Nothing important, like, your guys eating your cupcakes which they do every… freaking… day.”

“Sorry,” I said into the phone as I watched Brock grin, swallow his last bite and toss the used cupcake paper on the counter which made me roll my eyes. But I wouldn’t make a big deal out of that either. All my boys did this all the time too. I found them everywhere, the living room, TV room, bedrooms, even the bathroom. Living with three men, I picked my battles.

After he tossed his cupcake paper, I watched him head to the fridge where I knew he’d drink milk straight out of the carton. Luckily, he had his very own carton so when I needed a splash for my coffee, I didn’t have cupcake backwash in it.

“Okay, a buffet,” Martha said in my ear and I heard the fridge open at the same time I heard Brock’s cell ring.

“I think that’s a good call, honey,” I replied as I heard Brock answer his phone. “But with that amount of guests, we’ll need to make certain there are two, with two sides for the lines to go down or it’ll take a year for everyone to walk through the buffet.”

“Agreed but we’ll still need to do the taste testing,” she told me.

“Absolutely,” I replied, my lips curving.

Something to look forward to.

The fridge closed.

“I’ll schedule it. Let you know at the shop when we’re doing it,” she told me.

“Great.”

“Fuck, you shittin’ me?”

That was Brock and it was said in a tone that made my head whip toward him.

And he had a look on his face that made mine go pale. So pale, I felt it.

“Martha, I have to go,” I whispered into my phone as Brock’s eyes lifted from the floor and locked to mine.

I did not like what I saw.

Oh God.

“What?” Martha asked.

“I have to go, honey, now. I’ll call you later.”

“Is everything –?” she started but I cut her off by disconnecting.

Then I stared at Brock as he talked into his phone.

“Has the call gone to Lawson?” Brock asked, his eyes not leaving mine. “Kane Allen and the boys?” he went on. “What about Allen’s woman, Tyra?”

My body locked.

“Fuck, I’ll call Lawson and I’m comin’ in,” Brock kept talking. “Right, be there in ten.”

He disconnected.

“What?” I asked.

“Gotta go to the Station.”

“Is everything with Tyra okay?”

Brock held my eyes.

Then no games, no bullshit, straight out, he said softly, “No. Shit’s goin’ down, baby, it’s not good and she may be a target from two angles.”

“Those would be?”

“Connection to Chaos, who the Russian mob thinks fucked them over, connection to some guy who just plain fucked over the Russian mob.”

I closed my eyes but opened them when I felt his hand wrap around the back of my neck and his mouth touch mine.

He tasted of frosting.

This normally would make me feel better.

Right then, it didn’t make me feel better.

His head lifted. “Gotta go.”

I nodded.

“Love you, darlin’,” he whispered.

“I love you too, Brock,” I whispered back.

Brock went.

I lifted my phone and called Tyra.

There was no answer.

I disconnected and called her again.

* * *

Mara

At the same time, Mitch Lawson and Mara Hanover’s house, East Denver…

“Do I have to go?”

This was Bud, sitting on a stool outside the bar that fenced one side of the kitchen that was smack in the middle of our house and opened off into a huge, cathedral ceiling living room.

“Yes,” I replied.

“But I don’t wanna shop for school clothes,” he told me and I felt the side of Mitch’s front move in close to the side of the back of mine. So close, we brushed.

This, he did a lot.

This, I liked a lot.

“Don’t blame you,” Mitch muttered and my eyes jerked to him then narrowed.

Mitch grinned at me.

I glared.

“Seriously, sweetheart, you know his sizes. Can’t you and Billie just pick up some shit for him?” he asked.

“I can pick out clothes for Bud,” Billie, sitting beside Bud at the bar chimed in then finished, “Easy.”

“See, Billie can pick them out for me,” Bud unsurprisingly instantly agreed with Billie’s plan.

“Are you sure you want that?” I asked Bud and he shrugged.

I was visualizing Bud in t-shirts with butterflies on them when I heard Mitch mutter, “Decided,” and my eyes went back to him.

“It’s a family outing,” I announced and watched Mitch’s head jerk.

Then he declared, “I’m not going.”

“You are.”

“I am not.”

“If Mitch isn’t going, I’m not going either,” Bud stated.

“I’m going!” Billie cried excitedly.

That was my girl, all girl therefore always up for shopping.

“Bud and I’ll go out, hit a few balls,” Mitch said, “That cool with you, Bud?”

Like Bud would say no.

“Totally!” Bud cried.

See?

It was then I knew I’d lost both of them from the family outing I had planned but I hadn’t exactly communicated mostly because I knew this would be the outcome.

Mitch and Bud taking off with their baseball equipment wasn’t unusual. They went out nearly daily to hit a few balls and catch a few balls either at a park or a vacant diamond and Mitch also took him to batting cages. Bud had played Little League that year and you would never have guessed a little over a year ago he’d never thrown a ball in his life. Mitch said he was a natural. It seemed Mitch was right. Bud was the best kid on his team.

Then again, it helped that those two were always carting their mitts and bat bags around everywhere they went. Heck, just the other day when we’d swung into King Soopers to grab some things we needed, Billie and I went in and came out to Mitch and Bud playing catch in the parking lot.

“We were going to have a nice lunch,” I dangled my carrot.

“Good, have one with Billie,” Mitch replied, not seeing my carrot as tasty. “Bud and I’ll grab some hotdogs”, and he said this last as his cell on the counter rang.

I looked at Bud. “What if you don’t like the clothes we get?”

“Auntie Mara, they’re clothes. What do I care?”

That was my boy, all boy therefore he didn’t care what clothes he wore.

Though, he’d probably care if butterflies were on them.

Before I could threaten him with this eventuality, Mitch spoke.

“What?” he said in a low tone that made the hairs on my neck stand up and I wasn’t the only one who felt it. The kids did too for all our eyes went to Mitch. “Right. I’ll be there as soon as I can. Leaving now.”

Oh no.

Mitch disconnected and looked at me. I didn’t like what I saw but I didn’t have a chance to fully process it before he looked to Bud.

“Sorry, buddy, gotta take a rain check. Work. Soon’s I can, I’ll make it up to you.”

“Okay, Mitch,” Bud agreed, his voice soft.

“You okay, Mitch?” Billie asked, her eyes still on Mitch’s face.

“I will be, gorgeous, once I get this work done. Won’t take long,” he answered Billie and looked at me. “Walk me to the door, baby.”

My eyes slid through the kids while my lips smiled a fake smile I knew they wouldn’t buy and I followed Mitch to the door.

He walked out of it, I followed him out and he closed the door.

Then he turned to me, lifted both hands and put them to the sides of my neck, leaning in so our faces were close.

“Your new girl Tyra?”

Oh no!

“Yes?” I whispered.

“She might be in some trouble.”

Oh no. On no. Oh no!

“Mitch,” I breathed.

“Don’t go shoppin’. Put Billie off for a bit. Stay at the house.”

“Why?”

“I just wanna know where you are all day, okay?”

I nodded. I could do that for him.

“I gotta go.”

I nodded again.

“Love you, sweetheart.”

“I love you too, honey.”

He bent his head further, touching his mouth to mine.

Then he jogged to his SUV in our drive.

Jogged.

That was not good.

I watched him swing in. Then I sucked in breath and went inside to break the news to Billie we weren’t going shopping.

And after that, call the girls.

* * *

Elvira

At the same time, outside seating, Starbuck’s in Cherry Creek North, Denver…

The bitch was late.

This did not make Elvira happy.

Tapping an impatient toe, she sucked back a sip of latte, put it down, lifted her phone and jabbed at it with her finger before putting it to her ear.

The call rang through to Tyra’s phone.

No answer.

When she got voicemail, Elvira disconnected without leaving a message and her hand was falling when her phone rang in it.

The display said “Hawk Calling”.

Elvira took the call and put the phone to her ear.

“Which part of the words ‘day off’ do you not understand?” she asked in greeting.

“Tyra with you?” Hawk asked back.

“No. The girl is late.”

“Russians are on the move. Tack and Tyra are both targets. Get your ass to the office now and call Lee Nightingale on your way.”

Disconnect.

Elvira shot out of her chair and raced on her high heels to her burgundy Eclipse.

In most instances, except this one, it was a sacrilege but she left her latte on the table not even half drunk.