He doesn’t look happy. In fact, he looks downright pissed.
Coming toward him?
The three Bridger brothers.
Uh-oh.
Based on the not-so fun conversation over dinner the other night, I can’t forget that Dad hates them. Because the elder—and dead—Bridger swindled him out of his property. Fair enough. I lost three years of my life. I know what being robbed feels like.
But the faceoff between the Bridger brothers and my dad is a surefire recipe for disaster.
I love my dad, but I also love my job. I need my job. If Chance ends up firing me because of a blowup with my dad…
I’ve felt more whole in the last few days than I’ve felt in five years.
Why can’t Dad understand that?
Why can’t he see that Austin, Miles, and Chance aren’t their father?
I look to Austin and feel a catch in my chest. There’s something about him that works for me. All three Bridger brothers are handsome, but it’s Austin who melts my butter. And wets my panties.
I head to my table, grab my wallet out of my purse, and throw some bills on the table to cover my uneaten sandwich.
Then I draw in a deep breath. I need to get between the men because I’m definitely the center of their upcoming fight. I can feel it.
I know it.
I dash out of the restaurant, the little bell clanging over the door as I go.
This won’t be pretty.