Page 68 of Fire Fight

The man laughed, then winced. “Christ, do I look that old? Nah, honey. I’m Trey.”

“Don’t call her that,” Crew snapped.

“Why not, baby bro?” Trey asked, shit-eating grin on his gorgeous face.

Yeah,gorgeous. I mentioned all these men looked like models, right? Even the asshole, Lane.

“Because she’s not your honey.”

“How about we stop talking about me like I’m not right here?” I said sweetly, though I glared daggers at Crew, who held up a hand in surrender.

“Got him on a tight leash already,” Trey said, holding out his fist for a bump. I ignored it.

“I can take care of myself.”

Fucking hell, I was getting tired of repeating those words to the men of this family.

Trey nodded. “I don’t doubt that,honey.”

Crew’s plate fell to the table, the tower of green beans tipping to the side and spilling over as he jerked like he was going to leap across and throttle his brother.

I had no doubt he could take him. Height wise, they were evenly matched, but Trey was leaner than Crew. Muscular, but in a slimmed down way.

Still, I placed a hand on Crew’s forearm, and he stilled.

“Relax,” I whispered. “It’s not that big of a deal. I’m fine.”

His eyes met mine, those blue depths darkened in anger. “You sure?”

“Positive. Let’s just enjoy this meal.”

He gave me a curt nod and dropped onto the bench, patting it for me to join him.

“So where is Owen?” I asked.

“Michigan,” Finn said around a mouthful of pulled pork.

My brow furrowed as I glanced at Crew.

Taking a big gulp of water, he said, “Owen used to play professional football for the Detroit Mustangs.”

“Holy shit,” I breathed.

As a born and bred Chicago girl, I’d grown up going to Chicago Grizzlies games with my family.

The Mustangs were a division rival of Chicago in the NFC North, and for nearly a decade, we’d been plagued by two losses a year at their hands.

All thanks to their star quarterback, who never once lost a game against us.

Owen Lawless.

As though he’d seen the light bulbs illuminate in my brain, Crew grinned and nodded.

“That’s my big brother.”

My god, this family was impressive.

“Anyway,” Trey said, picking up the thread for Crew. “Once he retired, he decided to stay in Michigan. Bought a club up in the northern part of the state, remodeled and opened it, and has continued to expand his business empire there. He got married last November, and his wife is pregnant with their first child.”