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When the flames began kissing the sky, they boarded the jet to return home. Saint and Pax noticed that Brax was seated in the back of the plane, chewing on his fingers.

“What are you going to do about her?” asked Pax.

“I don’t know.”

“You love her, Brax. I know that you do,” said Saint. “This shouldn’t be that hard.”

“I’m not good enough for her. You guys know that. I’m not good enough for her.”

“Brother, you’re more than good enough for her. Just give her a chance. Tell her the truth, and she’ll listen. Don’t you think she carries her own insecurities about things? This won’t matter to her,” said Saint.

“I kissed her. It was a mistake because I’ll never experience anything like it again,” he said with a sad tone. He felt someone slap the back of his head, and it jerked forward. “Hey! That hurt.”

“It should hurt,” said Eric. “Don’t be a fucking idiot. Everyone can see that you have feelings for the woman, and God help her, she’s got feelings for you. Stop drowning in your pity party. Get your shit straight and talk to her. She’s worth it, Brax.”

“He’s right,” said Luke. “Did you know that she interviewed with the Comeaux brothers for their construction company?”

“What?” he yelled. The entire plane turned to stare at him. “Why in the hell would she do that? That’s beneath her.”

“Why don’t you ask her? Nicely. She did it because she can’t stand to look at your ugly fucking face any longer and know that you don’t want her,” said Luke. “God, I swear sometimes you guys are dumb as fence posts.”

The others all chuckled, but Brax didn’t find any of it funny.

“Don’t worry, lover boy,” smiled Evie. “We’ll be home shortly, and hopefully, you can stop her.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

The celebration of freedom was already happening at Belle Fleur. The people of the ‘pink dust’ were no longer feeling trapped and confined, and the party was in full swing by the time the plane landed.

Brax immediately ran toward Stephanie’s cottage, barging inside only to find it empty.

“No,” he whispered.

“She left,” said Grip. “But something is wrong. You need to find her.”

“Shit!”

Running toward one of the SUVs, he took off down the road, then heard someone in his comms.

“Brax? I have her on River Road, but the car has stopped. Something is wrong. All the warning lights are going off. I’m sending you help.”

“Oh, shit,” he muttered. “Please. Please, no. Please.”

As he sped toward the signal, he noticed the cars stopped on the side of the road, and Stephanie’s car turned over on the road ahead.

“No. God, no,” he whispered. “Please. Don’t take her from me.”

He raced toward the vehicle, sliding to his knees beside the window.

“We’ve tried to get her out, but nothing is working,” said a man. Behind him, Brax felt a grip on his shoulder. Looking back, Flip nodded at him, and he stepped aside.

Gripping the handle, Flip realized that everyone was watching, even a few people filming the entire thing on their cell phones.

“Give me a hand,” he said to Brax and the other men. “Grip the edge where it’s pulled away.” They all nodded, knowing that Flip would be able to pull the door off all by himself. Within seconds, it was torn from the car and pushed aside.

“Baby? Steph, look at me, honey.”

“She’s unconscious,” said Cruz, kneeling beside her. I need a neck brace and backboard. Let’s move everyone!”

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