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.
My heart skips a beat and then thrums wildly. There’s no way out of visiting my parents at this point. “Me too. But we still have a little time together. Thanksgiv—” I scoff when I realize my assumption.
“Of course, I want to spend Thanksgiving with you.”
I grin, though he can’t see it. “I have to admit…it will be tough being away.”
He runs his hands down my arms before slipping one around my middle. “How long?”
“I’ll probably be there a couple weeks, home a little after Christmas maybe.”
I try not to flinch when his hand slides beneath the hem of my sweater and skates across my bare skin. “I can wait, Mollie. If that’s what you want.”
I don’t want to wait, but I can’t get any words out.
“You said we should go slow. Get to know each other. Be open.” He brushes my hair to the side, exposing my neck. “I may not know everything about you, Mollie. But I know you. I know your heart and your will and your determination…and your vulnerability.” He places soft kisses at the top of my shoulder, searing my skin. In between kisses, his voice is velvet. “I’m not sure how it happened, but I feel like I’ve known you my whole life.”
I wrap my arm around his neck and let out a soft sigh. “I want you to know it all.” Turning my head to the side, I part my lips, calling his to mine. “To have it all.”
He wastes no time joining our mouths and stealing my breath with his warmth. A warmth that quickly turns to fire as we taste each other with soft slow nudges and nips.
Dizzy with need, I pull back to look in his eyes, breathing heavily. His hand cups my chin, keeping my face, my lips, close to his. “I might have some broken pieces that aren’t fully repaired…and I might have some blank spaces I can’t remember…but the rest is all yours.” He kisses me once, gently. “If you’ll have me.”
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.