That gentleness had Ian turning his way. So he wasn’t prepared for the fist to his jaw that knocked him out cold.
“I don’t care. I want him fired. Killed. Whatever you do with that psychic assassin stuff, take him out.” Ian huffed and refused to look at Dalton without glaring.
Owen sighed. It had been two weeks since they’d been back. He’d already warned Ian to lower his voice about the word assassin several times, but Ian wasn’t having it. The party was in full swing, a Labor Day to end all holidays. Having the entire PowerUp! team at his house in Bend, along with his family, as Ian insisted he call his team—Bev, Dolly, the Knoxes, and Tim—felt better than good. It felt great.
“He hit me, Owen.”
Still not letting that one go. Owen glanced over Ian’s shoulder at Caleb, who stood smiling at something Keegan said. He saw Owen looking at him and shrugged. He’d explained the situation to Owen, and frankly Owen agreed. Putting Ian out of his misery had been best for all concerned at the time. But try telling that to Ian.
“Fine. Want me to hit him back for you?”
Ian nodded and sniffed. So dramatic. But that spark in his eyes told Owen a reward would be forthcoming tonight in the bedroom.
So, for his precious little thief, he walked over to Caleb, pulled back his good hand—the other was taking longer to heal than he’d thought it might, even with Heather’s healing power—and punched Caleb in the gut. Considering Caleb’s stomach might as well have been steel, the man barely flinched.
“Shit. Make it look convincing, damn it,” he said in a low voice.
“The G-man not helpin’?” Keegan raised a brow, then grinned at him. “Watch this.”
He narrowed his gaze on Caleb, and Owen felt the psychic lash of the telekinetic in action.
Caleb bent over, clutching his belly. “Ow, fuckhead,” he muttered under his breath.
Not sure if he’d directed that at Keegan or him, Owen smiled, clapped him on the back, and said in a loud voice, “Thanks for saving him, Caleb. Ian is everything to me.”
Overhearing that, Ian clapped so loudly that everyone turned to stare. “My hero!”
Instead of making fun of him, the room exploded into applause. “Three cheers to Owen for taking on Ian!” That sounded like Chloe, Ian’s best buddy, whom he said he missed when not working the night shift. Her twin fiancées raised their glasses in salute.
Rory, Owen’s cousin, smiled at him and gave him a big hug. “I’m so happy for you, Owen. Now you and Ian can be the baby’s godparents.”
She’d found out that she was pregnant, and James and Keegan, the proud papas, couldn’t have been happier. At least, until now.
Keegan grimaced. “Rory, uh, how about we talk about this?”
James grinned. “I like Ian. Besides, Owen is loaded. He can spoil the kid, and we can still have date nights.”
“Isn’t it great?” Ian asked, his eyes twinkling.
Then Heather and Jack joined them, their hands intertwined. Heather’s wedding band glowed with an inset gem Rory had handpicked for her. Jack, for once, seemed happy. A true newlywed.
“Oh my God. Is Jack grinning?” Ian gasped as he crossed the room to Owen’s side.
The others started teasing Jack, who took their ribbing with good humor.
“I have an announcement too,” Heather said, and everyone quieted.
“She’s good,” Ian whispered. “Sexy crowd control. Just like you.”
“I know.” Owen hugged him close and kissed him on the cheek. He saw Tim and Joe standing close, and Reuben and Dolly cuddled like sweethearts. Bev had outdone herself once again, and his friends and family finally made this seem like a real home.
“Jack and I are so happy that all of you came to the wedding. Your friendship means a lot to us,” Heather was saying.
“Even Keegan’s?” Nathan, that smart-ass, jeered from the crowd.
Everyone laughed, especially when Keegan whined, “Aw, come on. Jack and me is tight now, right, buddy?”
Jack flipped him the bird, and Keegan guffawed.
Heather continued after glaring at her new husband, who shrugged and mouthed, What?
“We wanted you to be the first to know that I’m pregnant. So if Jack is a little more growly than usual for the next nine months, you’ll know why.”
The men in the crowd groaned as one, but the women gathered around Heather, squealing with delight.
Jack crossed his monstrously huge arms over his chest. “We’re very happy. Heather says I have to put you on notice as future babysitters. Well, not you, Nathan. But the others, yeah.”
Nathan complained about not being included until his lover Avery told him Jack was joking. “Right, Jack? Jack?”
“Oh, right.”
Didn’t sound like it to Owen. He glanced around and saw several of the men hugging one another. Nathan and Avery, Aidan and Gavin—who had cornered Caleb and was giving him what for—James and Keegan with Rory between them. Even Chloe with her twin loves and Kitty and her psychic-resistant boyfriend. So much love, unconventional though it might be, existed in this powerful group of psychics, lovers, and friends.
“Feels like family, huh?” Ian said with a smile.
Owen kissed him and then whispered, “You’ve never been more beautiful, little thief. I can’t wait to take you tonight.”
Ian blushed, and his good friend Noah came up to clap him on the back. Noah saw the past everywhere he looked, his particular ability rooted in seeing history. Tonight he looked at peace, as if seeing a brighter future. “Happiness looks good on you, Frank.” Ian’s old alias, the one he’d used when they’d first met.
Ian grinned. “Frank retired. I’m just Ian now.”
Noah laughed. “Lara will be glad to hear it. And you will be there for the birth, right?”
Lara was due to give birth in two months, but she wanted to do it in Arizona, in the place where she and Noah had met, back when Ian was working as an artist in a haunted little town.
“Wouldn’t miss it.” He shook Noah’s hand. “You leaving?”
“Yeah. Lara’s going to stick around, but I have some work to do for Jack. New cases, you know.” Noah turned to Owen. “Take good care of him. He’s a pretty great guy.”
Owen smiled. “Will do.”
Noah, once a reserved man, seemed less tense, and they watched him go.
Jack slapped Owen on the back. “You’re going to be an uncle. You good with that?”
Owen laughed. “You know it.” Then he winked at Ian and, in a louder voice, said, “If I can have everyone’s attention?”
They quieted and looked to him.
“It’s a pleasure being a part of your organization. Jack and you have been doing a stellar job. But I have to reorganize some business back East. While I’m gone, I’m putting a fine man in charge. He’s familiar with the workings of the gym and a real go-getter.”
Catching where Owen was taking this, Ian laughed out loud.
“Ian Ryder,” Owen introduced. “Your new boss.”
The room grew so quiet Owen feared he’d shocked the life out of them.
Then Tim started laughing. Joe joined him. The others chuckled until mirth filled the room.
“It’s not that funny,” Ian griped.
Jack, however, wasn’t laughing. “What is it about the term ‘silent partner’ you don’t understand?” he growled at Owen.
Heather latched on to his arm before Jack could take a swing at him.
“So, Jack, I have some thoughts about the future,” Ian began.
Owen subtly wandered away, seeking safety in the crowd.
An hour later, Jack found him again. “That was all a joke, right? Ian as my partner? Shoot me now.”
“He’s not that bad, Jack.”