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After serving active duty overseas, Jaxon Triggs moved away from his hometown, hoping the change in scenery would help him build a new future for himself. What he wasn’t expecting was to fall for a girl who was broken.
From the first moment Jaxon laid eyes on Sydney, he was curious. He became determined to do everything he could to break through the armor Sydney held around her so securely. His instinct to protect her and keep her safe kicked in as the dangers she encountered became more personal.
With dread always looming close by and secrets discovered, would Sydney be able to handle the new changes in her life yet heal at the same time?
I pushed the gate open, calling out, “Hello, everyone,” and quickly noticed the new face looking back at me.
I had met most of my brothers’ friends, but not this one. I actually found myself stopping to size him up.
When he stood up, I noticed he was a little taller than Logan—maybe six-one or six-two. He had sandy brown hair cut short and was wearing a fitted black T-shirt, which showed the guy worked out, and jeans that had a worn-in look that sat right on his hips with a black belt and black boots. I couldn’t get a look at his eyes, though, since he had on wraparound sunglasses. Eyes were my thing. I could usually tell a person’s character by their eyes.
“Hello, Cat!” Logan called out to me as Holden came around the corner with some corn to put on the flames, bumping my shoulder in greeting and bringing me out of my daydream.
I must have looked like an idiot.
I walked over to Dad and gave him a peck on the cheek then turned to introduce myself to
“Hi, I’m Sydney, these bozos’ sister.” I pointed over my shoulder to where my brothers were standing.
He looked confused. “Sydney? I thought your name was Catherine. Logan always refers to his sister as Cat.”
“Nope, Sydney’s the name.”
“When she was little, her hair was a lot redder, and you could never hear her coming,” Logan piped in. “She always snuck up on us and scared the living shit out of us, so we started calling her ginger cat, and eventually, we shortened it to Cat.”
I hated that nickname. Only my brothers were allowed to call me that.
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