Page 55 of Bragg's Match

“Being able to quote a definition from the dictionary doesn’t mean you have the first clue on how to use a tool.”

“I didn’t say otherwise.”

“What do you need tools for anyway?”

“I’m going to build a shed.”

After Soleil told me she needed a man to take care of her, I sat down and thought about how I could go about taking care of her. Because I am not losing her. The sex last night merely served to confirm what I thought before – we’re perfect together.

Which is why I came up with a plan to rebuild her shed. I could just buy her a shed or hire someone to build one, but I need to show her I’m the one taking care of her personally with my own hands. And I don’t want her to have to wait for the insurance payout to build. Who knows when that will happen?

Riley feigns cleaning his ear. “I think I misheard you. Because you couldn’t possibly have said you’re going to build a shed. Not my brother who thinks playing a videogame is work.”

I shove aside the hurt his comment about video games causes to explain, “I’m rebuilding Soleil’s pottery shed.”

He bursts out laughing. “You. I can’t.” He struggles for breath as he continues to laugh.

I cross my arms over my chest and wait him out. I knew his response wouldn’t be favorable. But I came here today prepared to beg for help. I’ll do anything for Soleil including spending the rest of my days being made fun of by my brothers. My brothers would make fun of me no matter what anyway.

He grabs his phone. “What are you doing?” I ask.

“Messaging everyone.”

I scowl. “What about twin powers? And helping a twin out?”

“This is too good not to share.”

“What’s too good not to share?” Elder asks as he strolls into the garage.

I spin around to confront him and notice he’s not alone. His twin Miller is with him. “What are you doing here?”

“We came to check up on you.”

I roll my eyes. “Seriously. What are you doing here?” I address Miller since he can’t lie for shit.

When he grunts in response, I exit the garage and survey the area. I bet those gossip gals are behind this. I don’t know how they do it, but they seem to know everything happening in town. Sometimes before it happens.

“I came as fast as I could,” Peace says as he hurries toward the garage. Great. The Bragg bunch is complete. “What’s the emergency?”

“Emergency?” I ask.

“Riley sent a 9-1-1 family meeting text.”

I rub a hand down my face. Having five brothers is a pain in my ass.

“Brody thinks he’s going to build a shed,” Riley says.

I scowl at him. “I don’t think I’m going to build a shed. Iamgoing to build a shed.”

“The last time you helped out at Moon’s diner you asked me what a Philip’s screwdriver is.”

“I’m willing to learn.”

Riley props his hands on his hips. “I blame those DIY television programs. All those people buying houses and renovating them despite not having a clue what they’re doing. They make it seem as if anyone can renovate a house.”

“If you watched until the end, you’d know they do manage to renovate the house,” I point out.

“Why do you want to build a shed?” Elder asks.

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