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  As if any newborn was ever cute.

  They were wrinkled, red and noisy.

  They were definitely not cute.

  “Uh, well, I’m still kind of deciding,” she said in a low voice.

  Even as she spoke, she glanced around as if she were worried they would be overheard and she was bringing up a sore subject.

  “You have plenty of time. Freshman year is more about getting your feet underneath you and figuring out the lay of the land. ”

  She blinked in surprise. “That’s kind of what I thought, but . . . ” She broke off and jerked her thumb in the direction of the Kelly brothers. “They don’t exactly see it that way. They think I’m a fuckup because I didn’t know what I wanted to study before I ever set foot in a university. ”

  Steele lifted an eyebrow at her choice of words. Not that he was remotely offended by profanity—as if! But the Kelly men had thawed considerably in their treatment and opinions of Rusty. He doubted they’d voiced those exact words or called her a fuckup just because she hadn’t declared a major yet. It was more likely she was sensitive—overly sensitive—about the issue and worried that they looked down on her for not being more decisive.

  “Have you narrowed your choices down at all?”

  Rusty bit her lip and again shot a glance to the side, but this time her gaze lighted on Sean. When she spoke, it was in lowered tones as if she didn’t want anyone to overhear.

  “I’m really interested in criminal justice, but Sean thinks it’s a terrible idea and I can’t imagine the guys would like it either. They’d probably have a cow at the thought of me doing anything remotely dangerous. ”

  There was a note of frustration in her voice that told Steele she was serious, even if the way she said it was meant to be flip, like she didn’t care or that she wasn’t strongly considering a career in law enforcement. She just didn’t want to be shot down and was already steeling herself for the possibility. Nobody liked to look stupid or to be made to feel stupid.

  “Doesn’t matter what Sean thinks,” he said bluntly. “Or the other Kellys, for that matter. It’s your life. Are you interested in law enforcement?”

  She blinked in surprise and her lips parted, forming a small O. “You don’t think it’s stupid?”

  He shrugged. “It doesn’t matter what I think either. That’s a choice you have to make for yourself. No one else can make it for you. ”

  She bit into her lower lip, a clear sign of her frustration. She wanted—needed—guidance. She was still young and impressionable.

  “But if you’re asking my opinion, I think you’d make a fine law enforcement officer. I’m of the mind that you can be damn well whatever you want if you apply yourself and stick to it. ”

  Her eyes widened. “Really?”

  He almost smiled. He caught himself, because by the way Maren had reacted he realized he obviously didn’t smile very often, and the last thing he wanted was overreaction by anyone watching him and Rusty.

  “Yeah, really. ”

  Her eyes sparked and danced with merriment. “Man, wait until I tell Sean this. The biggest badass on the planet thinks I’d make a good law enforcement officer. ”

  Steele sighed.

  “What?” Rusty asked innocently. “If you think I’d make a good cop, then who else do I need to convince? You’d be the hardest sell. ”

  He shook his head. “I almost feel sorry for the citizens you’ll be sworn to protect. ”

  Sean walked up then, a frown wrinkling his forehead. “Rusty, you still talking about a career in law enforcement?”

  Rusty clammed up, her eyes went flat and her posture immediately stiffened. She went from relaxed to on the defensive in a split second.

  “Steele thinks I’d be good at it,” she said quietly.

  Sean’s mouth tightened. “It’s too damn dangerous for you. Choose a safer profession. Preferably one that makes better money. ”

  She rolled her eyes. “KGI makes good money. I don’t see any of them starving. ”

  “They aren’t your average police officer,” Sean said patiently. “And no way in hell you need to even contemplate a career with KGI. Sam would shit a brick and so would Marlene. ”

  “You don’t think I can hack it,” Rusty said coolly.

  “I’m not picking a fight with you, Rusty. So chill. I just think you’re making a mistake. If I’d given you my stamp of approval, you would have chosen something else. From now on I’ll support all your bad ideas just so you’ll ditch them out of spite. ”

  Hurt flickered in Rusty’s eyes and she glanced downward to hide her reaction. Steele hadn’t missed it, but he didn’t imagine anyone else saw it or was paying as close attention as he’d been.

  “Everything isn’t about you, Sean,” she said in a low voice. “What I do with my life has nothing to do with you. I don’t make choices based on what I think you’ll like or not like. You give yourself way too much credit. I’m going to choose what makes me happy and I’m going to choose a job that I can be proud of. I’m going to make Marlene and Frank proud. The rest of you would have written me off long ago, but they didn’t. They’re the only people I give a damn about. Theirs is the only opinion that matters to me. ”

  She turned swiftly and walked away. At the doorway, she smiled unconvincingly at Marlene and told her she was taking a bathroom break.

  “Well, hell,” Sean muttered.

  “Lay off her,” Steele said bluntly. “She’s a good kid. Has her head on straight. ”

  Anger glinted in Sean’s eyes. “I know that. But come on. A police officer? Would you want your wife or sister or female cousin working in law enforcement? Especially someone as emotionally fragile as Rusty is?”

  “You don’t give her enough credit,” Steele said. “She may very well surprise you if you give her half a chance. ”

  Sean’s lips tightened and he glanced in the direction Rusty had gone. “She thinks I’m on her case. And maybe in the beginning I was. But I’m not and I haven’t been. She only sees the way things were when she first came into Frank and Marlene’s life. You say I don’t give her enough credit, but she doesn’t give me that same credit. She’s too busy wrestling with that chip on her shoulder to see that there are people who genuinely care about her and don’t want to see her hurt or killed in her choice of professions. ”

  Steele nodded. “That may be so. But if that’s what she really wants to do . . . ”

  “Maybe she’ll change her mind,” Sean murmured.

  “Is it because she’s a woman?” Steele asked curiously. “I imagine P. J. and Skylar would have a few choice words for you if that’s the case. ”

  Sean frowned. “It has nothing to do with her sex. It has to do with her. She’s had a tough time. She had a hard life before Marlene and Frank entered the picture. I don’t see her thriving in a job that will only remind her on a daily basis where she came from. ”

  Steele didn’t let his surprise show, but he was beginning to get a clearer picture of the situation. Sean cared about her and he wanted to protect her. Wrap her up in a bubble and shield her from everyday life. If it were only that easy.

  The entire room went silent when Ethan burst through the door, a cheek-splitting grin plastered all over his face.

  “Boys! Healthy twin boys!”

  The room erupted in whistles, cheers, laughter and a few sobs.

  “Grandsons,” Frank said in wonder as he hugged Marlene to him. “I’ll be damned. Twins. Just like Nathan and Joe. ”

  Joe grinned across the room. “Hope they’re prettier than me and Nathan!”

  “On their worst day they’d have that covered,” Garrett muttered.

  Nathan flipped Garrett the bird, which elicited a reprimand from Mama Kelly.

  “You guys have to come see!” Ethan exclaimed. “They’re cleaning them up in the nursery now. ”

  The waiting room emptied as they all clambered down the hall to the nursery. Steele w
as swept along with the others amid a chorus of excited chatter, backslaps and hugs. It was a regular gush fest. He’d never seen so much smiling and happiness in one place. Not since . . .

  He slammed the door shut on old memories, forced his mind to go blank and the icy shield to descend. When he felt better in control, he drew in a breath and allowed himself to be propelled toward the nursery window.

  “Oh my gosh, look how beautiful they are!” Shea exclaimed.

  “So cute!” Sarah gushed.

  “I wanna see,” Charlotte said plaintively from her position on the floor, her head barely scraping the bottom of her father’s knee.

  Sam reached down and boosted her up into his arms. She clung to his neck and then squealed in excitement when she laid eyes on the two bundles the smiling nurses were holding up for everyone to see.

  “I want babies,” Charlotte announced, clapping her hands together.

  Sam chuckled. “Better talk to your mama about that, little one. I’m thinking you could use a little sister to boss around. ”

  “Oh Sam, really?” Sophie said in exasperation. “She’ll never leave me alone now!”

  Sam grinned and leaned down to kiss his wife. “Then I guess you better give us what we both want. Another baby!”

  “We should leave now, Nathan,” Shea muttered. “It’s contagious!”

  Everyone burst into laughter.

  “You can all come into Rachel’s room as soon as she’s out of recovery,” Ethan announced. “They’ll bring the babies in as soon as they finish cleaning them up. ”

  Steele opened his mouth to give his excuses and get the hell out of there but the roar of conversation, excited exclamations over the babies and congratulations and backslaps drowned out anything he would have said.

  Two hours later, he found himself stuffed into Rachel’s room with the rest of KGI and assorted team members, and he realized he hadn’t even eaten. He was starved, he was deafened by all the chatter and his head was about to explode.

  Rachel was glowing with happiness, her eyes alight with joy, her cheeks flushed and rosy. Not bad for a woman who’d just had her belly cut open and her insides pulled out and put back in.

  He went into panic mode—and he did not panic, ever!—when one of the babies was suddenly shoved into his arms. He went rigid, terrified that if he so much as breathed, he’d break it. Or drop it. Or get peed or pooped on . . .

  He’d rather handle a live grenade than have this squirming, warm . . . really cute little person . . .

  He studied the tiny features and watched in fascination as the baby blinked and stared up at him, almost as if he were perfectly aware of his surroundings.

  “Holy shit, who has a camera? Get the damn phone out. We can’t miss this. This is the money shot, folks!” Dolphin hooted. “Boss man with a baby. I’m so making this my screen saver. ”

  Steele was nearly blinded as a multitude of flashes went off in the room.

  “Way to make me drop the kid,” he muttered.

  “You look good with a baby in your arms,” P. J. said mischievously.

  “Yeah, you’re a natural,” Cole chimed in.

  He sent them all dark, quelling looks. When he glanced up to where Sam, Garrett and Donovan stood by Rachel’s bed, they were all fighting grins and stifling laughter. Bastards. All of them.

  “How the hell did I end up with the kid anyway?” Steele demanded. “He’s being passed around like a damn party favor. Don’t you have to worry about germs or infections?”

  Ethan grinned and deftly retrieved the bundle from Steele’s arms. They felt oddly empty, bereft of the warm, cuddly infant. He stared down at his empty hands for a long moment and then glanced back up to where Ethan was gently handing Rachel both of the babies.

  He was struck by the picture she presented. Never had he seen a happier woman. And this was a woman who deserved happiness above all others. She’d been to hell and back, and she’d not only survived it but she’d kicked the devil’s ass in the process.

  “You did good, sweetheart,” Steele said to Rachel.

  He was treated to several surprised expressions. One, he never used endearments. He just wasn’t a warm, affectionate guy. Two, he didn’t typically offer unsolicited conversation. But he’d never forget Rachel the way she’d looked, gaunt, scared out of her mind. Dirty, tattered clothing, pointing a gun at him and then Sam because she had no idea who the fuck they were. And he’d never forget the assurances he’d given her then and there that he’d never allow those bastards to take her back and that he’d make damn sure she and Ethan got back home where they belonged. It was a promise he’d kept.

  Rachel’s smile lit up the entire room as she beamed at Steele.

  “Thank you, Steele,” she said sweetly.