Page 62 of Bragg's Match

“And I can ring your wife and let her know you’re trying to make it illegal for someone in town to drink.”

He scowls. “Olivia would jump on the bandwagon and before we knew what was happening all kinds of drugs would be legal in town.”

I grin. “I know.”

His wife is a troublemaker. They’re hilarious together. He’s all ‘the law is the law’ and she’s all ‘the law is open to interpretation’. Freaking hilarious.

Peace throws his arms in the air. “Fine. You win. Drink tequila whenever you want.”

“Whoa! Whenever he wants?” Riley asks. “Are you bored at your job? Because you’re asking for trouble.”

“I’m not going to drink tequila whenever I want.”

Do I go a little crazy when I drink tequila? Yes, I admit I do. But it’s not as if I’m doing shots at lunchtime every day. I can control myself.

Observe how I’ve kept my hands and mouth off of Soleil since the night I fell off of the sofa. And I know a little nudge from me was all I needed to get her to agree to have sex with me.

But did I nudge? No, I did not. I let her nurse me and then I went back to the sofa where I programmed software in my mind until my dick went soft.

“Does Brody have a boo-boo?” Riley asks and I realize I’m rubbing my hand over the bandage. I drop my hand but the damage is already done.

My brothers stand as a group and approach. I retreat but they circle me. Damn. I’m surrounded.

“What happened?” Riley glares at me. “You didn’t break one of my tools, did you?”

Of course, he’s worried about his precious tools. Who cares about the well-being of his twin?

“I didn’t break a tool.”

“If you didn’t break a tool, what did you do?” Elder asks. “Walk into a wall?”

“I have never walked into a wall,” I huff.

He cocks an eyebrow.

“You shoved me into the wall. It’s not the same thing.”

He shrugs. “Pretty sure you tripped.”

“On what? Your foot when you stuck it out before pushing me?”

He smiles. “You still tripped.”

“I am not looking forward to having sons. Give me a daughter any day,” Peace says, and everyone’s attention switches to him.

“Are you and Olivia trying?” I ask.

“Not officially but I caught Olivia throwing away her birth control pills the other day.”

I chuckle. “I guess you’re trying.”

He crosses his arms over his chest. “I think she wants to get pregnant before we’re married, the little troublemaker.”

“Are you going to knock her up?”

He smirks. “I’m trying my best.”

“Me too,” Miller grumbles.

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