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Authors: Paige Tyler
Tags: Fiction, Romance, Contemporary, Paranormal, Adult, Gang, Danger, Erotic, special forces, Alpha, Shifter, Army, wolf shifter, Homeland Security, backup, Kindle Worlds, X-Ops Series, Former Soldier, Private Security, Bizarre, Dept Covert Op., Sisters Wedding, Feline Shifter, Covert Agent, Bad Guys
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do with the wolf shifter and his pals, but if Brandon had done something to hurt Emily, Eden would go straight to his apartment and claw his balls off.
Emily pulled her hands out of Eden’s and tried to wipe the tears away, but more took their place. After a bit, she gave up. “It’s nothing, really. Stupid even. But after the thing that happened at the rehearsal dinner…”
Eden’s stomach dropped. “What about it?”
“Brandon said it wasn’t a big deal, but I can tell it’s been bothering him. He’s been unusually quiet since it happened, and today at the country club, it was like he was a million miles away. Whenever I ask him what’s wrong, he just shuts me out and tells me it’s nothing.”
Eden started breathing again. Okay, maybe this wasn’t so bad after all. Brandon’s reluctance to open up and share would be a problem if he was a woman. But Eden worked with enough alpha males to know that few of them would ever sit around and chat about their feelings. Most of them would rather scrape off their testicles with a rusty spoon than share anything deep and meaningful with their significant others. Brandon had gotten his ass handed to him out there behind the restaurant and Eden doubted he was thrilled that a random stranger and his fiancée’s sister had been the ones to deal with the situation. His silence might be nothing more than wounded pride.
“Maybe’s he just being a guy?” Eden suggested. “You know they don’t like to talk about stuff like that.”
“Maybe. Or maybe I don’t know him nearly as well as I thought I did.” Emily let out a frustrated sigh. “We’ve been seeing each other for over a year and a half, but do you know how much time we’ve really been together? With all the temporary duty trips he’s been on, plus that four month float he and Tim went out on to certify that new ship, we’ve really only been together about nine months. Can you honestly get to know a man well enough in nine months to decide if you want to marry him?”
Eden almost laughed with relief. This was sounding less about Brandon being involved with something shady, and more about her sister having too much time to think right before the wedding. Eden shouldn’t be surprised. Emily had always been the analytical thinker of the family. When she encountered a problem, she dissected the heck out of it and tried to analyze her way to the absolutely perfect solution. Now, she was actually counting the number of days she and Brandon had spent together, as if that meant anything. Emily was getting nervous and had fallen back on her old ways, trying to use her head to make sure she was doing the right thing instead of her heart.
While Eden was never going to be a poster child for Match.com, she was smart enough about romance to realize that you had to go with your instincts when it came to love. And instincts were one thing Eden definitely knew.
“Emily, what’s Brandon’s favorite color?”
Her sister looked confused. “Blue, but why does that matter?”
Eden ignored the question. “And what’s his favorite food?”
“Pizza.”
“Favorite Beer?”
“Miller Genuine Draft.”
Eden hit Emily with about a dozen more questions, everything from what Brandon’s favorite pro sports team was to the names of his parents, brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles, cousins, even his childhood pets. Emily never had to hesitate before answering any of them.
“Okay, last one.” Eden said, holding up a finger when Emily would have interrupted again. “This one is simple. If Brandon could retire right now, what would he want to do with his life?”
The corners of Emily mouth curved into a smile. “He’d want to buy a boat so the two of us could sail around the world together. He has a picture of his dream boat tacked up to the wall in the bedroom.”
Eden lifted a brow. “Seems like you know your future husband pretty damn well to me. Better than some people I know who have been married for
Emily pulled her hands out of Eden’s and tried to wipe the tears away, but more took their place. After a bit, she gave up. “It’s nothing, really. Stupid even. But after the thing that happened at the rehearsal dinner…”
Eden’s stomach dropped. “What about it?”
“Brandon said it wasn’t a big deal, but I can tell it’s been bothering him. He’s been unusually quiet since it happened, and today at the country club, it was like he was a million miles away. Whenever I ask him what’s wrong, he just shuts me out and tells me it’s nothing.”
Eden started breathing again. Okay, maybe this wasn’t so bad after all. Brandon’s reluctance to open up and share would be a problem if he was a woman. But Eden worked with enough alpha males to know that few of them would ever sit around and chat about their feelings. Most of them would rather scrape off their testicles with a rusty spoon than share anything deep and meaningful with their significant others. Brandon had gotten his ass handed to him out there behind the restaurant and Eden doubted he was thrilled that a random stranger and his fiancée’s sister had been the ones to deal with the situation. His silence might be nothing more than wounded pride.
“Maybe’s he just being a guy?” Eden suggested. “You know they don’t like to talk about stuff like that.”
“Maybe. Or maybe I don’t know him nearly as well as I thought I did.” Emily let out a frustrated sigh. “We’ve been seeing each other for over a year and a half, but do you know how much time we’ve really been together? With all the temporary duty trips he’s been on, plus that four month float he and Tim went out on to certify that new ship, we’ve really only been together about nine months. Can you honestly get to know a man well enough in nine months to decide if you want to marry him?”
Eden almost laughed with relief. This was sounding less about Brandon being involved with something shady, and more about her sister having too much time to think right before the wedding. Eden shouldn’t be surprised. Emily had always been the analytical thinker of the family. When she encountered a problem, she dissected the heck out of it and tried to analyze her way to the absolutely perfect solution. Now, she was actually counting the number of days she and Brandon had spent together, as if that meant anything. Emily was getting nervous and had fallen back on her old ways, trying to use her head to make sure she was doing the right thing instead of her heart.
While Eden was never going to be a poster child for Match.com, she was smart enough about romance to realize that you had to go with your instincts when it came to love. And instincts were one thing Eden definitely knew.
“Emily, what’s Brandon’s favorite color?”
Her sister looked confused. “Blue, but why does that matter?”
Eden ignored the question. “And what’s his favorite food?”
“Pizza.”
“Favorite Beer?”
“Miller Genuine Draft.”
Eden hit Emily with about a dozen more questions, everything from what Brandon’s favorite pro sports team was to the names of his parents, brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles, cousins, even his childhood pets. Emily never had to hesitate before answering any of them.
“Okay, last one.” Eden said, holding up a finger when Emily would have interrupted again. “This one is simple. If Brandon could retire right now, what would he want to do with his life?”
The corners of Emily mouth curved into a smile. “He’d want to buy a boat so the two of us could sail around the world together. He has a picture of his dream boat tacked up to the wall in the bedroom.”
Eden lifted a brow. “Seems like you know your future husband pretty damn well to me. Better than some people I know who have been married for
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