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I open my mouth to sayI love youbut manage to choke down the words before they can escape. Brody will run as far and as fast as he can if I admit to my feelings. It’s way too early in our relationship for love. We barely know each other.

“I’ll let you know,” I push the words out.

“Good.” He kisses my nose. “I made French toast with extra cinnamon for breakfast.”

“Extra cinnamon? You really know the way to a girl’s heart.”

Oh no. I need to backtrack and erase those words. But before I can think of a way to soften the blow, Brody speaks.

“That’s the idea, pixie girl. That’s the idea.”

The idea? Does he mean he wants me to fall in love with him?

I shake my head. Since when am Ithatgirl? The one who rehashes every single word a man says to her.Enough, Soleil.

“Sit down and I’ll bring you a coffee while I finish the French toast.”

“Bossy Brody has arrived at the party.”

His eyes heat. “Bossy Brody is always at the party.”

“It wasn’t a compliment.”

He swats my ass. “Yes, it was.”

“Whatever,” I mutter as I sit down.

He sets a cup of coffee in front of me. “This should help with your sassiness.”

I drink half of the cup in one go. “I’m not sassy.”

He chuckles. “And I’m not bossy.”

I have no response since he is super bossy in bed. And I enjoy the hell out of it. Although, you’ll never hear me admit it outside of the bedroom. “I thought you were making me breakfast.”

“I’m supposed to be the bossy one.”

“Boss your way across the kitchen to the stove and get me my French toast, then.”

“I think you’re confused about what bossy means,” he mutters as he grabs a plate from the cupboard. He places two pieces of French toast on the plate before setting it in front of me.

I sniff. “Smells yummy.”

He nudges the plate closer. “Eat. You’re running late, remember?”

How did I forget I’m running late? Maybe Brody shouldn’t be Bossy Brody but Make Me Forget Everything But Him Brody. I have to admit Brody making me forget about all my troubles at night is one of the reasons I love him.

My heart batters against my ribcage. I need some time to get used to the idea of loving Brody Bragg, the youngest Bragg who thinks pranking is an expression of love.

Chapter 31

Does Brody have the fire department on speed dial? He does now. ~ Text from Elder to the Bragg brothers

Brody

“Are you sure Soleil will love this?” I ask Moon on the phone as I stare at the kitchen counter, which is currently covered in various ingredients for dinner as well as pots and pans and a mini torch. The mini torch concerns me.

“Why don’t I prepare the dinner for you?” Moon asks.

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