Mitchell had just finished seasoning the steaks when the doorbell rang, so he brought the image of the front door up on his phone to see Nathan and Sam standing there.

“Do you want to get that?” Mitchell asked Ginger.

With a smile on her face, Ginger walked to the door just as Evan came up the hall. She swung the door open and came face to face with two gorgeous men—Nathan with his blond hair and blue eyes and Sam with brown hair and whisky eyes. She didn’t have time to greet them before Nathan wrapped her in a tight hug.

“Hey, sugar. Is he treating you right?” Nathan said as he nodded toward Evan.

“Yes, you know he is,” she said with a giggle.

Nathan released Ginger and shook Evan’s hand as Sam hugged her.

“I think you handed me a line of bullshit,” Nathan said to Evan.

“About what? Mitchell’s getting the steaks ready now.”

“She’s really not pregnant, is she? You just told me that so I wouldn’t steal her from you. You really don’t have any limits, do you?” Nathan shook his head. “I can’t believe you.”

“Sorry, dude, she really is. Mornings are still bad, but she has a routine that’s been working, so we don’t mess with it,” Evan said as Ginger walked into his arms.

“I’ll believe it when there’s something to see. How long before that happens?”

“Let’s hope not until after the wedding,” Ginger said with a smile.

“And when will that be?” Sam asked.

Evan looked at Ginger expectantly. “Soon. Kayla is calling the preacher on Monday. That’ll help narrow down the date.”

“Y’all want a drink? Bourbon is in the living room, or there’s beer in the refrigerator,” Evan said.

“Beer,” Nathan responded.

“Water is good for me,” Sam mumbled.

“Dude can’t handle his alcohol anymore. He’s turning into a pussy.” Nathan chuckled.

“Nathan…” Evan said through gritted teeth.

“Oh shit. Sorry, Ginger,” Nathan said.

“You boys have some fun. I’m going in the kitchen with Kayla. Mitchell’s out by the grill. I’ll bring your drinks out to you.”

* * *

Evan watched as Ginger walked off with a smile on his face. “You’re one lucky son of a bitch,” Nathan whispered as they walked outside.

“I know,” Evan said. “Sam, you gonna make it? Dude, you don’t look so good.”

“Yeah, it’s been a while since I’ve had a girl who could match me drink for drink. Hell, she was still up for more when Nathan banged on my door this morning.” Sam ran his hand down his face. “We’ve kept some crazy hours during the case, but damn, I haven’t stayed up drinking for forty-eight hours straight since college. My liver needs a break.” Sam shook his head.

“Are you sure she was a girl? ‘Cause you can put away some alcohol.”

“Oh yeah, I’m sure.” Sam grinned.

The guys were standing around the grill when Ginger brought a tray of drinks. Once she walked back inside, they guys settled in the chairs and relaxed.

“You said you had some information about the pictures. What did you find out?” Nathan asked.

“Do y’all wanna wait and do that after dinner?” Evan asked.

“You’re going to have to because it’s ready. Ginger needs to stay on her eating schedule, or you’re going to have a hungry pregnant woman to contend with,” Mitchell interjected.

“Did you cook her chicken or steak?” Evan asked.

“Both since we don’t know which one she can eat today.” Mitchell laughed.

“Thanks, bro. I was thinking the same thing.”

“Are you kidding me? She gets chicken and steak? Damn, women have it made,” Nathan said. “And let me guess, you get to eat what she can’t?”

Evan and Mitchell burst out laughing. “I wouldn’t say that in front of her. Sometimes steak sits well, sometimes it doesn’t. Same with chicken. Don’t be surprised if all she eats is a salad and grapes. And yes, dickhead, I do get to eat what she doesn’t,” Evan said as he flexed his biceps. They all walked inside laughing at Evan’s demonstration.

Nathan placed his arm around Ginger’s shoulder. “Sugar, I’m bigger than Evan so if he can’t handle your appetite, you let me know. I’ll pick up his slack.”

Ginger’s face turned bright red.

Evan narrowed his eyes at Nathan because of his choice of words but knew Nathan was just trying to give him shit. “Darlin’, he was talking about the food because Mitchell grilled you a steak and chicken breast. Nathan’s jealous because I get what you don’t want.”

* * *

She was getting used to Evan making comments with double meanings, but she didn’t think she could handle another man doing it. Did she just play along? Evan said he wouldn’t let another man talk to her like that, but she didn’t want it to cause an issue between Evan and Nathan.

She batted her eyes. “Nathan, you know Evan can handle my appetite no matter how many times a day I want to eat, but thanks for the offer.” A big smile stretched across her face.

Coughing and laughter surrounded her. Evan smiled as he pulled her to him and whispered in her ear, “Damn straight.”

She giggled and hugged him tightly.