“The men toasted their bottles, as they did when Mouse was mentioned. The part of their tattoo that no longer existed. The man had died on the job, protecting Blake because he was loyal to Beckett.
“And…” Cole shot Beckett a look.
“You’re unofficially known as Sparkles and Jesus.” Beckett squinted as Cole pretended to be offended.
“I think it’s only fair if we give you a nickname, Blake?” Cole asked.
Blake stood and added a log to the fire. It’d been burning steady since right after dinner. Being with his brothers like this was Beckett’s favorite. It his wildest dreams he never pictured getting to sit with them in a Blake’s backyard.”