All of them say HAPPY BIRTHDAY.

Surprised, I stare at Jacey and find her grinning wildly.

“How did you know?” she squeals as she rushes up to hug them.

“I might’ve said something,” a deep voice rumbles. The balloons part and a guy steps out. Big, dark haired, dark eyed. He’s got Jacey’s eyes and a tattoo on his bicep: DEATH BEFORE DISHONOR.

“Gabe!” she shrieks, running at him in a dead sprint and leaping into his arms. “How are you… why are you…”

Her voice dies off and he laughs, holding her easily in his heavily muscled arms. He and Brand were certainly cut from the same cloth.

“I finally rendered you speechless?” He grins. “Well, that only took twenty-four years. And you think I’d miss your birthday? Really? I called Joe and asked if we could surprise you here. He roped the boys in on it too.”

Jacey pulls away and looks at him. “But Maddy’s due soon. You shouldn’t have left her.”

Gabe chuckles and sets his sister on the floor. “I’m only here for the evening, just to be on the safe side. I’ll fly back home tonight. But Maddy sends her birthday wishes—she’s going to call you tonight.”

“She actually called me just now. She couldn’t wait. And she didn’t let it slip that you were here. Oh my gosh, I miss you guys so much!” Jacey cries, and her eyes actually do well up. Gabe glares at her mockingly.

“Don’t cry on your birthday,” he instructs her with a grin. “You’re so dramatic.”

She arches an eyebrow. “Dramatic? I haven’t seen you in months.”

“Well, I’m here now,” he pacifies her. “I’m going to take you to eat, and I want to hear everything that’s going on. Brand’s picking us up.”

They brush past me, and as they do, Jacey pauses, looking at me. “Gabe, this is Dominic Kinkaide.”

“The actor,” Gabe points out, his eyebrow raised as he stares at me. I can actually see the thoughts in his eyes. The protective big-brother genes have stepped in, and he wants to know what I am to his sister.

“Guilty,” I tell him, holding out my hand. Technically, I’m only addressing what he said out loud. But I’m also admitting guilt to the question in his eyes. Yes, I’ve done inappropriate things with his sister. No, I’m not sorry.

And no, I’m not afraid of him. He probably sees all of that in my eyes, just like I see all of the questions in his.

“Gabe Vincent,” he says politely, shaking my hand. “It’s nice to meet you. Brand’s told me all about you—and how you and Jacey wound up here together.”

Fuck.

But I keep my expression calm. “That was a messed-up night, and I’m sorry that Jacey was involved in it at all. Thankfully, we’ll be done with our community service soon and we can forget it ever happened.”

Jacey stares at me, and there’s hurt in her eyes because it sounds like I’m saying that I want to forget about her, too. I feel a twinge of guilt about that, in addition to the fact that I didn’t even know it was her birthday. But I’m saying what her brother wants to hear. Gabe nods.

“It’s good to meet you.”

And they disappear through the door. I follow them so I can get to my own car and step outside just in time to hear Jacey squeal again.

What the hell?

Brand is driving up in a little red Honda Civic. He looks like Grape Ape in the thing with his head grazing the ceiling, but the situation is clear.

Either Brand or Gabe bought Jacey a car for her birthday.

She’s jumping around like a lunatic, hugging them both and shrieking like a kid.

“Oh my god! I can’t believe you did this!” She’s crying and shrieking and Gabe laughs.

“You thought I’d let you drive that piece-of-shit death trap around forever? Whatever. Happy birthday, sis.”

She hugs him, then hugs Brand. When she stares up at Brand, with her arms around his neck… the way she looks at him, like he’s a fucking hero or something, causes my stomach to clench.

Jesus.

His big hands hold her close, and Gabe catches me staring. I can see in his eyes that he sees what I see. Brand’s in love with his sister.

Whether Jacey is still denying it is unclear.

“Come on, Jace.” Gabe pulls her away from Brand. “Let’s get some dinner. I’ll buy you cupcakes for dessert.”

They pile into Jacey’s new car and drive away.

Joe stands behind me, watching them leave. “Those boys got medals for their time in Afghanistan. Jacey comes from good people, son.”

I don’t bother reminding him that I’m not his son. It doesn’t bother me as much this time as it usually does. Not now that Joe actually seems to like me.

“She does,” I agree as I start toward my car. Too bad one of them is in love with her.

“Kinkaide, wait!” Joe calls. I pause, turning back toward him. “I know what you did.”

“Pardon?” I ask, staring at him in confusion. I’m thinking that he’s figured out that Jacey and I are seeing each other, but no.

“I know you paid my taxes,” Joe says firmly, staring at me. “Don’t bother denying it. It had to be you. You overheard me on the phone with the IRS.”

“I’m not denying it,” I answer, just as firmly, my hand on my car door. “I didn’t want this place to have to close. I don’t do enough humanitarian things, so it was just as much for me as you.”

“Well, I’m not a charity case,” Joe tells me proudly. “And I’ll pay you back every cent.”

“You don’t need to do that,” I tell him quickly. “It was something I wanted to do.”

“Yeah, I do need to,” Joe replies. “And I will. And I don’t want you thinking that you get special treatment around here. You’re still going to have to get here on time, and you can’t miss days. I won’t cut you any slack because of this, got it?”

“Of course not,” I answer wryly. “I wouldn’t have dreamed of that.”

And I wouldn’t have. Joe doesn’t play favorites, and he’s only just starting to like me. I climb into my car, but before I can close my door, Joe says my name again.

I look up at him. “Yeah?”

Joe stares at me with faded blue eyes. “Thanks.”

I know it was hard for him to say, so I just nod and drive away without making a big deal of it. I’m surprised how good helping him has made me feel, though. I’m buoyed by a sense of moral goodness, and that’s something I rarely get the chance to feel. It’s a novel fucking feeling.

I aimlessly drive for a while before I pick up a sandwich. I’m restless and I know why. I want to know what’s going on with Brand and Jacey.

Is it my business?

Hell no. Because I’m not supposed to care.

But what the hell are they doing right now?

I’m being pathetic, like a jealous teenager. At the same time, I feel like an ass because I hadn’t known about her birthday. The girl risked her life for me, for god’s sake. The least I can do is know when her birthday is.

But better late than never.

I scroll through my phone for the flower shop nearest to her house and make a call.

After five minutes, I smile as I speak. “Great. That’s exactly what I want. Yes, I know it’s an unusual request. Yes, I’m sure people usually like the stems, too.”

I head to the nearest bar and drink a couple of whiskeys before I drive for Jacey’s house. I haven’t texted her, so I have no idea when she’ll be home. All I know is, when she does come back, I’ll be waiting for her.

Well, me and a yard full of flower petals.

I stand at her gate, smiling as I stare at her tiny lawn. It’s completely blanketed by several inches of pink rose petals. I can smell the thick rose smell from here. The wind rustles them, spreading them across the sidewalk, carrying their scent on the breeze. It looks like something out of an abstract painting. Or a dream.

Her dream.

I sit on her porch and wait.

I entertain myself by scrolling through my phone, and it’s almost dusk when I hear her talking. I pick my head up to find Brand walking Jacey along the sidewalk in front of the house.