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“Well, since your girl took our cottage, we’re going to stay in our old bedrooms at Mom and Dad’s. Don’t worry, we’ll get even with you later. After you find your happily ever after.” Rett could only shake his head, then felt the butterflies in his stomach as his brothers walked away.

“Just get some sleep, Rett,” smiled Kiel. “This will work out, and she’ll still be here. The question you have to ask yourself is what are you going to do about her.”

Kiel watched as his father walked away, his brothers turning back to him, grinning as they flipped him the bird. Shaking his head, he took a seat on the porch, staring at the door across the path. There was a light on, but he wasn’t sure that she was up. He didn’t want to wake her, and he wasn’t even sure what to say to her.

He cursed himself. What was he thinking? He had Venezuelan drug lords chasing him, a murder yet to be solved that he was still considered a part of. He was active duty, for the time being, and he had no idea what was happening to his life. It wasn’t the time.

“It’s not the time,” he whispered. “It’s not the time.”

He watched the shadowy figure pass in front of the window, her long black hair hanging in a ponytail from the top of her head. She wore a t-shirt at least three sizes too big for her, only making her legs even sexier.

“Fuck it,” he muttered, storming across the path. He knocked on the door, and Casey looked through the glass, smiling. Opening the door, she looked up at him with those huge eyes of hers.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

“No.”

Gripping the back of her neck, he pulled her toward him, slamming his mouth against hers. Casey gripped his arms, holding on for dear life as this man kissed the breath from her body. She was on fire on every part of her body. Aching for more, aching for something other than just a touch or a kiss. She needed this man unlike any she’d ever known. Slowly, Rett pulled back, staring at her swollen red lips.

“Fuck, you’re amazing,” he whispered.

“S-so are you,” she stammered. “I’ve never been kissed or touched like that before. Never. What did you do to me? Did you want something?”

“That’s all I wanted. That’s all I needed. For now. I just wanted you to know I’m thinking about you.”

“Well,” she grinned, “now I’ll be thinking about you, too.”

“Good. That’s good. Goodnight, Casey. I’ll pick you up in the morning for breakfast.”

“Goodnight, Rett.”

CHAPTER SEVEN

Casey tossed and turned the entire night, dreaming of warm, soft lips on her body, tugging on her hair, and making her body squeal with delight. Waking at the crack of dawn, she showered, put on clean clothes, and felt more like herself. Making a pot of coffee, she decided to sit out on the porch and listen to the sounds of morning in the country.

The sun was barely above the horizon as she stepped outside. The big rocking chairs had warm throws over them, and she pulled one across her bare legs. Although her dress was long-sleeved, it hit above her knees, helping to make her appear taller.

Closing her eyes, she sipped her coffee, listening to the sounds of morning. She could smell someone cooking breakfast already. Bacon, waffles, ham, sausage, all of it filled her senses. She heard dogs barking, then birds chirping their favorite songs. She opened her eyes, only to see Rett standing on the porch, leaning his big frame against the railing. His arms were folded across his chest, but it was the smile on his face that made her blush.

“God! I didn’t even hear you,” she laughed.

“That’s because I’m good at what I do,” he smiled. He bent down, kissing her sweetly. He tasted the coffee and grinned. “Is there more of that?”

“Yes. I’ll get you a cup.” He waved her off.

“No. No need, I’ll just pour myself a cup and come out and join you if that’s alright.”

“Rett, this is your home, your family’s home. You don’t need my permission to join me on this porch.” He walked out with the coffee in his hand, smiling at her.

“Casey, this is your cottage for as long as you want it. For as long as you’ll stay,” he said, clearing his throat.

“I heard your family last night. I think one of your brothers said this was his cottage,” she frowned.

“Ignore that asshole. We have plenty of cottages here. My great-grandfather is constantly expanding the property, making it so everyone has their own space. Did you sleep well?” he asked. She took a sip of coffee and nodded.

“Yes. No,” she smirked. “I mean, I did, but I had a lot of dreams. Thank you very much for that problem.”

“I hope they were good dreams,” he said, reaching for her hand.

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