Everyone familiar belongs to Janet.

"You know, I blame this creature," Kane said, skimming his fingertips gently over Olivia's cheek, "for Harper's lack of birth control interest."

Steph kissed our daughter's head and rested her own against it to speak directly into her ear. "Don't worry, Olive, your Uncle Kane meant that as a compliment. It's his warped way of saying you're completely adorable, otherwise your daddy or I would've smacked him for you. So ... back to the best friend's cousin's husband ..."

"The short version is the married dickhole is having an affair with an equally married co-worker. And now he disappeared supposedly after 'work' and the co-worker and her husband are rumored to be in the Bahamas on an impromptu 'vacation'."

Steph cuddled Olive closer and unconsciously started rocking her as the same bad feeling hit her as it did me. "That doesn't sound good."

"No part of this is good," he continued. "The cousin wants a divorce and to get on with her life, but there's no sign of the soon-to-be ex who'll need to sign papers for that to happen ... unless your husband can bypass the court altogether. Harper's pissed because her friend has to go through hell all over again, waiting for the asshole to resurface. I've learned an unhappy wife is to be avoided so I want him found fast. She'll kill me if I get myself in trouble over this. As a compromise so she would relax, I suggested asking you for help ... and that she agreed with."

"I knew you had some brains left," I told him. "I'll get my best trackers started on it."

"Tank's in his office," Steph told him. "Despite what he may say, he'll want to see you. Just don't hog Olive, he doesn't like that. She's not only a daddy's girl, she's her Range Uncles' sweetheart."

Olivia can do no wrong in anyone's eyes and she knows it. We were just about to leave my office when Kane stopped, blocking the doorway.

"What are the chances that if Harper and I have a girl, she'll look like yours?"

"Sorry," Steph said. "They only hand out one perfect Cuban/Hungarian/Italian baby girl ... and lucky us, we got her. But I'm sure your boy or girl will be cute ... and no doubt a freakin' handful."

I don't like the shit-eating grin he's suddenly giving me. "Wouldn't it be funny if I had a boy and he ended up liking your girl?" He asked me.

"No," I told him.

That will happen over my dead body ... and likely his, too.