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He stopped but didn’t turn around to face me.

“Would you rather I not have Lucky?”

I walked around him so he’d have to face me but the look of pain in his eyes was a punch to the gut. It physically hurt. I pressed my hands to my stomach and shook my head.

“No, Mills. Of course, you can keep Lucky. He’s your son. I haven’t seen you and you’ve—”

“Get on back in the house, angel. They didn’t finish putting sunscreen on you and I don’t want you to burn.” Without another glance at me, he stepped around and continued on to the barn, his long legs and cowboy boots kicking up dirt as he went.

West stopped next to me as he frowned after his brother.

“I’ll go and talk to him. Do like he said and get inside, though, kitten.”

I slowly nodded and walked back to the porch. Tate pulled me into his arms when I reached him and I let him hold me. Mills had watched us long enough to see his brothers putting sunscreen on me but he hadn’t joined us. He wanted us to continue while he took on babysitting duty.

“He hates me, doesn’t he?”

Tate swore.

“No. No, he doesn’t, sweetheart. He’s just an idiot. He’ll come around.”

“Come around to what? What are we even doing?” I pushed away from him and wrapped my arms around myself.

“He’ll come around tous. In case you haven’t noticed, we’re a family, Reagan. You’re ours. We didn’t do ourselves any favors when you first got here but you being here on the ranch has shown us that this is where you belong. With us. West and I know that. Mills does, too. Didn’t you hear him call you hisfamily? He’s just too busy beating himself up to realize he’s fucking up.”

I gaped up at Tate.

“I’m…yours?”

He laughed and nodded.

“Yeah. You’re ours. I never thought I’d have a relationship like my sisters but I’ll be damned if you didn’t sneak up on us, kitten. You belong here. With the three of us. Not because we’re too lazy to each find our own woman or whatever stupid shit that lady said, but because you’re perfect for us. If you haven’t noticed it already, you will. Once you get past some of our rougher edges, we’re great.”

I pressed my forehead into his chest and rolled my eyes.

“I don’t even know where to start with that, Tate.”

“Come on. Let’s get you inside. I’ll cut you a slice of pie from the diner if you’re nice to me.”

CHAPTER 34

Mills

I hung up on Nellie and stood up with a growl. West and Tate were in the house with Lucky and I didn’t want to stop and bother them so I just jumped in my truck and took off. It had nothing to do with wanting to be alone with Reagan. It didn’t. Being around her was torture. Seeing her and wanting her, knowing my brothers were having her…It was fucking hell. I figured I deserved it, though.

She was happy with Tate and West. They were happy with her. I just needed to stay out of the way. I didn’t want to ruin their chance at happiness, even if seeing them all together tore at my insides.

Still. When Nellie called and said Reagan was drunk and needed a ride home, I didn’t hesitate to go after her. It was late enough that the roads were pitch back and empty and the thought of Reagan getting home on her own filled me with anger. I wanted to shake her. I wasn’t even sure if she was supposed to be drinking while breastfeeding. The last thing Lucky needed was to become even more like me by getting a taste for liquor.

When I pulled up on Main Street and saw Reagan swaying on the sidewalk all by herself, I saw red. I couldn’t turn off my bad attitude, even when I knew I was wrong, and that moment was no different. There were days it felt like I wouldn’t have a personality if it wasn’t for how fucking grumpy I was. Another reason for Reagan to run from me.

She didn’t run when she saw me, though. She grinned and stepped off the sidewalk, nearly breaking her neck in the process. I caught her against my chest and held her tight. I didn’t fail to notice her barely-there dress or the feel of her pebbled nipples.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing? Why are you outside all by yourself? Do you realize how dangerous that was? Jesus, Reagan. Is it even safe for you to drink? What were you thinking?”

She giggled and looped her arms around my neck.

“Always so cranky, Mills. You need to get laid.”

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