Former soldier Logan Bridges never imagined he would go from serving his country to helping raise a house full of children after a devastating family loss.
Dealing with his rowdy siblings and cousins proves to be almost as treacherous as the battlefields he left behind. And though he’s committed to making it work, he soon finds he’s in over his head.
Until someone from Logan’s past, steps in to help.
Mollie has always been independent, but finds herself growing attached to the family, including Logan, and discovering there’s more to life than working and solitude.
Logan and Mollie quickly form a strong bond, and when attraction brings them closer, they agree getting involved wouldn’t be good for the children. But when they both struggle to keep the blurry line of friendship between them, Mollie won’t take that step unless Logan can open up and face his painful past.
The Bridges Brothers series follows four brothers as they attempt to navigate life and love after a tragic family loss. Each book can be read as a standalone but is more enjoyable read in order.
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I quickly check my messages and when I look up, a guy is standing next to Mollie, talking to her.
I see her smile at him and it doesn’t look any different than the one she shows me, which kind of pisses me off. I’d expected one of those plastered polite deals that uninterested women give men until they leave.
As I sidle up right behind the two, she laughs, and my heart is strangled when her wannabe dimple appears. That’s my fucking dimple. I don’t say anything, waiting for them to acknowledge me.
“You need something, buddy?” the guy says, looking me straight in the eye. His face says annoyed, as if he’d invested the night instead of arriving literally seconds ago.
“Not a thing…except maybe for you to go find a seat somewhere. You’re blocking my chair.”
He ignores my words and dips his head in Mollie’s direction. “He your boyfriend?”
“No,” she tells him.
That blows me out of the water. Of course, I’m not her boyfriend, but telling him straight up “no” wounds me.
“Maybe I could get your number,” he tells her.
Am I not standing right freaking here?
I laugh. Out loud, because no matter what, it’s ridiculous that she’d give a guy her number when she came with me. Isn’t it?
“Hey, man. We’re trying to have a conversation here.”
I can hear him, but I’m no longer looking at him. My eyes are burning a hole into the side of Mollie’s head, waiting for her to set him straight. Then I see the slow twist of her body, her eyes flicking my way, and the easy grin take over her mouth. Either she’s really enjoying my pain, or she’s getting off stringing this guy along. Either way, I’m relieved that smile is not for this jackass.
“She just said you weren’t her boyfriend,” the guy reiterates.
I already feel like a first-class idiot, but my next words will boost me into champion status. “Yeah, well, I’m her…somebody. So, you can leave now.”
He scoffs. “What the hell is a somebody?”
“It’s the person who makes sure you don’t do stupid shit like giving your number to a douche at a bar.”
He looks at Mollie as if she’s going to correct me. She shrugs with a head tilt but her face clearly gives him confirmation. When he turns his attention back to me, she covers her mouth to hold back a laugh.
“Screw both of you.” He takes a step back and lifts his drink. “She’s not hot enough for me to kick your ass.”
Lia Fairchild writes romance and women’s fiction. Fans of her books praise her endearing, real characters that come to life in stories that will touch your heart.
Fairchild is addicted to the warmth of Southern California and holds a bachelor’s degree in journalism and a multiple-subject teaching credential. She is a wife and mother of two.
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