My brothers watch their wives walk away. Ford turns to Davis. “Y’all nail down a plan?” “I’m staying with Fallon.” I scowl at my gawking brothers. “She’s my wife. Why wouldn’t I take care of her?” Ford arches a brow. “Tossing that word around a lot for someone who says it’s just business.” “Been married longer than you,” I say coolly. Ford’s jaw drops. At first, I think he’s going to hit me. Then he laughs. “Got me good, you little shit.”