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“YOU FUCK!” Cami laughs as he beats on me.

A whistle blows, and we break apart to look at the Sheriff.

“Go home, you two. I’m not dealing with your Mama tonight.” I take Cami’s hand, and we flee the town hall.

“How many times has your Ma bailed you idiots out?” I glance at her as I start the truck.

“This year?”

Chapter Seventeen

CAMILA

Dinner was interesting.

My family isn’t this big or close. I feel like the odd man out. Red keeps one hand on me at all times. Whether he thinks I’m going to run or one of his younger brothers is going to snatch me, I have no idea. Until I saw his father do the exact same thing with his mom.

I listen to the banter as we eat the best meal I’ve had since arriving in Texas. Who knew that a well-grilled steak and baked potatoes with corn on the cob could be so damn good?

I’m antsy as the clock ticks down to Evelyn’s plane arriving.

I’ve missed her so damn much. Red kept watching me eye my phone, and he smirked without comment. It’s scary how in tune we are with each other. I need my best friend to figure out the feelings I have no business feeling for this cowboy.

“Plane still on time?” he whispers in my ear, making sure his lips graze my neck in a sensual tease.

“Mmhmm.” I try not to moan or close my eyes at the sensations he causes in my body.

“Dessert, anyone?” Elizabeth calls out as yeses and chairs scraping the floor follow when some of the boys get up to help clear the table.

“Let her breathe, bro,” Clayton says as he passes us.

“No. Fuck off,” Red snarls at the other man.

“Easy Red, we just want a chance to get to know Cami.” I’ve been trying to remember who’s who, but these identical twins are impossible.

“Which one is Ramsey and Bradley again?” I whisper at Red.

“Ramsey’s the one in uniform.” I nod and then sit forward a little.

“What do you want to know?” I answer Bradley, who asked.

“Shit,” Red says, leaning back in his chair.

“Never give free access to that one. He’ll question you to death.” Kit plops down with a slice of pecan pie and a look of amusement.

“You don’t know if you don’t ask.” Before Bradley can finish, his brothers all join in to help him out.

“Wow,” I chuckle.

“Twenty questions.” Red’s brother raises an eyebrow in challenge, and I nod.

“Fucking hell. There’s no shame in backing down, Darlin’.” I snap my glaring eyes in his direction.

“The fuck there isn’t. Go ahead, Bradley, ask away.” He grins from ear to ear.

“Call me BJ, you’re family now.” That brings me up short.

Red rubs my back in small circles, calming me instantly.

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