“I don’t know your name, but I know I love you.” McKerry slapped him away. “Get your fuckin’ hands away from this angel. She’s obviously mine.” “Not even close to yours, McKerry.” Ryan motioned to me, saying, “Boys, meet Emme Ahlborg.” Wilcox frowned as he gained his feet. “As in—” Bigelow shook his head like he hadn’t heard right. “Any relation to the Chicago Ahlborgs?” “Yeah, same,” I said, feeling every muscle in me draw tight. “My dad.”
