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“You heard me. All the girls talk about it. This town isn’t that big, Brix. And you have an unusual name. Check out the women’s bathroom. Your name and number are everywhere, along with a relatively decent picture of your dick.”

Brix stood from his stool and walked toward the restrooms. He charged into the ladies’ room as his friends watched, two women screaming as they ran out. Sure enough, he was the major feature on the ladies’ room walls.

For a good time call Ranger Brix – hot cock – 555-632-8887

Look for this guy – great dick!

Brix – hot bi-racial dude – big dick

Asshole – but good in bed – you’ll thank me later

“Brix, what the fuck are you doing?” asked Leif, staring over his shoulder. “Oh, shit. Brix, get out, dude. We’ll get the owner to paint the walls.”

“This is how women feel,” he said quietly. “This is how women feel when we talk about them. We’ve all done it. We can’t deny it. We’ve said worse about women before and shared some pretty disgusting shit.”

“Brix…” He turned quickly and went back out to the bar.

“Michelle? What do you need from me?” he asked.

“I don’t need shit. I told you. I don’t want a baby, Brix, and I damn sure don’t want some bi-racial kid. I just wanted your dick for one night.”

It was another slap in the face that nearly made Brix blackout. He visited the bar every night for four nights straight, only to hear that Michelle had gotten her period. It was a false alarm. He was almost disappointed, but what was more disappointing was realizing that he’d wasted his life fucking strangers when the real one had probably just walked by him.

His last official mission as a U.S. Army Ranger was with his team, helping to save two of their own in Egypt. Ellie and Mags. They were both home now, safe with Leif and Walker. During their rescue and through all of the chaos, Major met Elena, who was now expecting their first child, and Brix met the incomparable Daphne Bishop.

Beautiful and smart, she’d risked her life to help them and was now recovering at Belle Fleur.

“She’s beautiful, Brix,” smirked Tiger, looking down at the sleeping beauty in the bed.

“I know, Dad, but she’s also hurting. It’s not just that. She was hurt by someone else as well. Her first husband. But I don’t know the whole story.” Tiger nodded.

“Find out.”

“Gee, I wish I’d thought of that,” he frowned. His father chuckled, and Brix just shook his head.

“I’m sorry, Dad. I’m trying. Her folks are blowing up her phone, trying to get her to go home. At first, I thought she wouldn’t want anything to do with me because of my mixed-race background, but she was adopted by West African parents. I doubt it matters to her.”

“I doubt it as well,” smiled Tiger. “She doesn’t strike me as that kind of woman. Look, Brix, I don’t have all the answers. Hell, I let your mother walk by me for two years before I knew she was the one.”

“You are kind of slow,” smiled his son.

“Smart ass. My point is you have to talk to her, get to know her. Let her know that you want her to stay. She might already be wishing you had. With Elena here, she’s got a childhood friend, and, of course, we have Mattie from upper-crust England. All of that might help her to feel more at home.”

“I don’t think it’s that, Dad. I think she’s hiding something from me. Not something dangerous. At least I’m not getting that sense. It’s more like a secret.”

“Then tell her all your secrets, Brix. If you want to make a life with this woman, find a way. I think you’d be surprised at the way she feels and wants to make a life with you as well.”

“How did you know that Mom was the one?”

“Like I said, for two years, I didn’t. I was looking at her like a teammate, a friend. Then suddenly, when I was in danger, and she was saving my ass, not the other way around, I really saw her. I saw the blue eyes, the amazing body…”

“Uh, Dad, can we skip that?”

“No,” he laughed. “Your mother takes care of herself, Brix. Running, working out, all of it makes me see her as the woman she is. I love that about her. What I loved more was that she thought she was protecting all of us from her past. Maybe that’s what Daphne is doing. Maybe she believes she’s protecting you or us.”

Brix nodded at his father, standing to walk back to his cottage. He hugged his father, slapping his back. As he walked away, his mother was walking toward him. He kissed her cheek and kept moving.

“Is he going to find a way to keep that woman?” she smirked.

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