Page 87 of Bragg's Match

Olivia barks out a laugh. “My brother, Beckett, tried the same thing with me. Didn’t work. In fact, it made me want to do the opposite of what he said.”

“Because you’re a troublemaker,” Peace says.

“Are we discussing Moon?” Eden asks as she strolls our way hand in hand with Miller.

Moon beams at her. “No, but thank you for recognizing my troublemaker capabilities.”

Riley kisses her nose. “You’re the best kind of troublemaker.”

Miller glances around the gathering and grunts, “Hungry,” before marching toward the house.

“He’s always hungry,” Eden grumbles as she trails after him.

The rest of the Bragg family follow Miller and Eden but Brody tugs on my hand to stop me.

“Feel better about the family dinner now?”

“I still think it’s weird you have a family dinner with the woman who your father cheated on your mother with while they were engaged.”

He shrugs. “I can’t help it. Clementine adopted us. Besides, Mom’s here, too.”

I gulp. Daisy’s here, too?

He drops my hand to frame my face with his palms. “Relax, Soleil. You know everyone here and they all love you.”

I blow out a breath. “I know. I don’t know why I’m making a big deal of this.”

“I get it. You’re scared of your feelings for me.” He smirks.

I glare at him. “Full of yourself, aren’t you?”

“Nope. But you’ll be full of me as soon as we leave dinner.”

My breath hitches and my belly warms. Sex with Brody is out of this world. Who knew the prankster became a dominating sex machine in the bedroom?

“Stop whispering sweet nothings in her ear and get in here,” Daisy hollers from the front porch.

“I wasn’t whispering sweet nothings,” Brody returns.

I smack him. “Don’t tell your mom what you said.”

“Why not? She knows I have sex.”

“Oh boy, do I know,” Daisy says as we reach her. “You wouldn’t believe the amount of water the five of them wasted when they went through puberty. It’s a good thing I had a master bathroom or I wouldn’t have gotten a chance to shower for a decade.”

She laces her arm through mine. “Let me tell you about the time he realized girls and boys weren’t biologically the same.”

“Mom,” Brody whines.

She bats her eyelashes. “What? This is the first time you’ve brought a girlfriend home since eighth grade. I’ve got years worth of stories saved up.”

My heart clutches in my chest. “The first time he brought a girl home since eighth grade?”

Daisy pats my hand. “Don’t worry. He’s had girlfriends. Or, at least, hook-ups judging by the number of times women answered his phone when I rang him early in the morning.”

“Maybe you should have stopped phoning early in the morning,” Brody complains.

“And miss the chance to embarrass you? Why would I do a silly thing like that?”

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