“Yeah, well,” Luke shrugged off the emotion gruffly. “I could use a drink. Tate and Dante will be by in a bit. She was calling Ryder, making sure to check in with him after today.” He rolled his eyes. “Lord knows how I would end up with a baby girl with two boys chasing her. Always figured she’d eventually pick one.” He shrugged again. “Just as well she didn’t. I love those little shits like they were my own kids.”
