Sean gave him a sympathetic nod. “She’s a little like a steamroller. Her mama was like that, too.”

Brigid ignored her father. “I’m tired of our crappy apartments. We’re going to move to a nice place.” She looked over her shoulder at Wolfe and Malcolm, her heart almost bursting with excitement. “You both own twenty acres in Cottage Grove, right?” Their cottages were right next to each other, and the acres spread out from there.

“Yep,” they answered in unison.

“Would either of you sell us an acre? I’d like to build out there.” Then she’d be close to Wolfe, Mal, and Pippa. It sounded perfect.

“Sure,” they said in unison.

Vulnerability caught her way too late. She looked down at Raider. “I mean, if you want to.”

He kissed her, with so much promise in the touch that she was instantly reassured. “Of course, I want to. We can buy whichever acre or acres you want, and we’ll start building immediately. We can even invest in a farm up north to visit on weekends, if you want. I love you, Irish.”

For the first time in her life, she could say those words to a man with no hesitation. Doing so in front of her father and the trusted people of her team meant even more. “I love you, too.”

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BROKEN

Clarence Wolfe strode up to the entrance of the super-secret sex club as if he had done so a million times before.

Down the street and partially hidden by branches from a sweeping cherry tree, Dana Mullberry ducked lower in her car and pressed her binoculars to her face so hard her skin pinched. What in the world was Wolfe doing at Captive?

She swallowed. Her heart rate, already thundering, galloped into the unhealthy range. It had taken her nearly a month to find out about the club, an additional two weeks to track down the location, and yet another month to finagle an invitation to the casual play night as a guest. And the ex-soldier, the beyond hunky badass who’d relegated her immediately to the friend zone, was walking inside like he owned one of the coveted million-dollar memberships?

She shook her head. Once and then again. When she could focus once more, there Wolfe prowled through the binoculars, his powerful body illuminated in the full moonlight. She swallowed.

He’d followed the rules for the night, too. Male doms were to wear leather pants and dark shirts, females any leather outfit, and subs were to wear corsets and small skirts if they were female and knit shirts and light pants if they were male. Apparently, Wolfe was a dom. Figured. She’d assumed she’d chuckle at seeing guys in leather pants, but there was nothing funny about Wolfe’s long legs, powerful thighs, and tight butt in those pants.