It might have worried Dash more, how often her work came home with her, the peril she put herself in. He knew she could take care of herself, and with Logan, Reese and Rowdy helping, too, she was in good hands.

With a kiss to her temple, Dash excused himself so Margo could have his stool. When the police talk finished, she’d be going home with him.

He loved her, everything about her, all her various personas.

But he loved her best as his.

Smiling, content, Dash went to join the wives at their table.