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“We don’t need those juicy details,” Dane said.
Lacy poked him in the side as he put his arm around her.
“Caring—that’s probably a better word. Generous, empathetic, funny. You all know who she is, and I love her for all the same reasons you do.” He shrugged. “That’s all I’ve got.”
Savannah couldn’t believe her brothers weren’t congratulating them and welcoming him into the family as they’d welcomed Riley, Max, and Lacy. She felt her heart deflate, and as she turned to make sure Jack was okay, she wondered why he had a stupid grin on his lips. “Why do you look so happy?” she asked in a harsh whisper.
“Savannah, I’m an older brother, too. Do you really think I’d ask you to marry me without first speaking to each of your brothers?”
She spun around and saw cocky-ass grins on her brothers’ faces.
“And your father?” Jack added.
“You…I don’t understand.” Savannah looked at her brothers’ guilty faces. “Treat?”
Treat threw an arm around Jack’s shoulder. “He’s telling you the truth, Vanny. He called Dad; then Dad gave him our numbers. You have all of our blessings.”
“But? What about those stares you guys gave him? And, Josh, what was that ruse asking about where he lived?”
“We didn’t want to expose his secret. We left that up to him to decide, and we had to play the part,” Josh answered.
She shot a look at her father. “When? How?”
“He called me yesterday afternoon,” her father said. “I’m sorry I didn’t let on when you called earlier, darlin’, but you were so excited. I didn’t want to ruin that for you.”
She turned back to Jack. “You did that?”
He nodded. “After I had lunch with my mom and sister—who, by the way, also gave us their blessing—I knew I wanted to marry you. Hell, I think I knew it when we said goodbye at the plane, but before I went to Tiffany’s, I called your father. I know how much he means to you, and I know how much your brothers do, too. I didn’t want to take a chance that I would come between you and your family.” He ran his finger down her cheek. “So I told each of them about my past, and we talked about my relationship with my family and my career. I have to say, your family is very protective of you. I think they know everything about me, including what year I went through puberty.”
“That was me.” Hugh held up his hand.
“You did that for me?” She couldn’t believe the depth of his consideration of her feelings, and the feelings of her family members.
“There’s nothing in this world I wouldn’t do for you, angel.”
She smiled up at him and touched his cheek, knowing she’d love him even on the days that his hurt returned, because now that she knew the real Jack Remington, she understood the love that her father so desperately held on to, and she, too, was never letting go.
The End
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The Bradens, Book Six
Love in Bloom Series
Melissa Foster
Chapter One
KAT BURST THROUGH the stockroom doors of Old Town Tavern, nearly plowing into Brianna.
“Jeez, Kat. What the hell?” Brianna Heart had been working since noon, and she had another two hours to go before her ten-hour shift was over. She didn’t have the energy for Kat’s drama. Not tonight, when she still had to muster the energy to pick up Layla, her five-year-old daughter, from her mother’s house, get her to bed, and then make invitations for Layla’s birthday party.
“Patrick Dempsey is here. I saw him. He’s sitting at a table in the bar. Oh my God—he is even hotter in person.” Kat flipped her long blond hair over her shoulder and tapped her finger on her lip. “I wonder if he’s looking for a date.”
“Kat.” Brianna shook her head. “You’re crazy. You always think you see famous people. Not a lot of famous people are clamoring to get into Richmond, Virginia.”
“Bree, I’m telling you. I think I need to change my underwear.” She looked at Brianna and furrowed her perfectly manicured brows. “Oh, honey. Here. Let me help you with your hair. You could be the prettiest bartender slash waitress out there and you know it. Well, besides me, of course.” She began fluffing Bree’s straight, shoulder-length brown hair.
Brianna shook her head. “Please. If it is Patrick Dempsey, I’ll be the last person he’s looking at.” She wiped her hands on the little towel she kept looped over her belt at all times—because she didn’t have time to breathe, much less go searching for something to dry her hands on.
