Page 33 of Perfect Bragg

“Naturally.”

“We need boundaries. No sex. No sleeping in the same bed.”

He bats his eyelashes. “I would never take advantage of a woman, even if she is my wife.”

I hold out my hand. “You have a deal.”

He shakes my hand before lifting me from his lap. “I need to contact Peace. I’ll ask him to perform a background check on the father as well. If he’s a drug addict, there’s bound to be dirt on him we can use.”

“I need to check on Robin,” I say and flee the room.

This is ridiculous. Marry the man I secretly desire in order to keep my cousin’s child? This has disaster written all over it.

I enter the nursery and head straight to the crib where Robin is sleeping. Fierce protectiveness overcomes me. This baby is not going anywhere.

“I love you, baby girl. I’ll do whatever I have to in order to keep you,” I promise.

Even marry Elder.

Chapter 12

This is NOT a drill. ~ Text from Brody to the Bragg brothers

Elder

Iclimb into my truck after I’ve made the last delivery of beer fromNaked Falls Brewingfor the day. It’s been a hectic day as I had to make deliveries for today and tomorrow since tomorrow’s my wedding day.

My wedding day.I never dreamed of finding the ‘one’ and making a family with her the way my twin Miller did, but when I found Harmony? I was ready to make new dreams. But those dreams were always limited to the two of us. A baby girl named Robin was never part of my new dream.

“Gotcha!” someone shouts before slamming a hood over my head.

“What the hell?”

I reach up to pull the hood off but my wrists are shackled before I’m dragged out of the vehicle. I struggle to remain upright as my arms are yanked behind me and rope wound around them.

“Leave me alone.” I kick out at the intruder but hit air and stumble. “You can’t kidnap me.”

Someone grunts before I’m picked up and thrown in the backseat of my truck. I land half on the seat, half on the floor. The door slams before I have a chance to right myself.

“This worked out better than I expected.”

Hold on a minute. I know that voice.

“Brody?”

“There’s no Brody here,” Brody says in a deep voice.

“I’ve known you since you were a baby. I know your voice, idiot.”

“What voice? This voice?” he says in a high-pitched voice.

“That’s the same voice you used to phone the high school principal to say you were sick whenever you had a chemistry test.”

“I don’t know who you’re talking about but chemistry sucks, n’est-ce pat?” This time Brody attempts a French accent.

“It’s n’est-ce pas. Which you would know if you paid attention in French class instead of cheating off of the girl next to you.”

“She was the hottest sophomore in high school and offered to let me cheat off of her.”

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