Page 22 of Perfect Bragg

Peace scowls. “It’s as if someone has erased his past. I can’t find him, let alone any information on him.”

“Weird.” I scratch my chin. “What do we do now?”

“I vote we stop letting you beat around the bush,” Riley says, and Miller grunts in agreement.

“I’m not beating around the bush.” I’m lying. I totally am.

Brody rolls his eyes. “You’re avoiding the topic and you know it.”

“What topic?”

I widen my eyes and try to make myself appear innocent despite knowing exactly what they’re talking about. They want to discuss me and Harmony. If they think I’m divulging any of Harmony’s secrets, they have another thing coming. Her secrets will always be safe with me.

“What happened yesterday?” Brody asks.

“Besides you stealing my truck,” Miller grumbles.

I roll my eyes. “I didn’t steal your truck. It’s not theft if you return the item.”

“Actually,” Peace begins.

“Eden gave me permission,” I say before he can explain the legal definition of theft. Peace is a police officer and thinks it’s his job to school us in all things legal. Hasn’t he figured it out by now? We’d rather not know.

At the mention of Eden, Miller grins. It’s hard to believe the grump met his match in a hippie gardener but the two of them are obnoxiously in love.

Obnoxiously in love? There’s nothing obnoxious about a man being in love. Especially when it’s my twin. I should be happy for him. But I’m not. Because I’m jealous. Of course, I am. The woman I desire wants nothing to do with me.

“I’ll rephrase my question,” Brody begins. “What happened yesterday other than you borrowing Miller’s truck without his express permission?”

“I couldn’t use my truck. It smells of shit. I’m going to have to sell it.”

Riley wags his finger at me. “We won’t be distracted by stinky truck.”

“Besides, the gossip gals are already cleaning it,” Peace adds.

“They are?”

Peace smirks. “How else are you going to transport Harmony and her baby around if you don’t have a truck?”

“Not in my truck,” Miller says.

“Robin isn’t Harmony’s baby.”

“Tell us more,” Brody says, and I realize I stepped right into their trap.

“There isn’t much to tell. You already heard it all at the party. Harmony’s cousin died and Harmony now has guardianship.”

“Why Harmony?” Peace asks. “Where is the baby’s father?”

I grunt. “The baby has a name.”

Miller’s eyes widen. They would. He knows I don’t want children. Unlike him, I’m not ready to build a white picket fence and have two point five children.

“Where is Robin’s father?” he asks.

“No idea.”

“Do you want me to check into it?” Peace asks.

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