The Rebel Heir's Bride

“It built character,” Hank told him.

Cade laughed. “Well, I sure got a lot of that, then.”

Brady listened to the teasing between the brothers and Hank. Suddenly he thought back to how much his own father had been away during his life. All the baseball games he’d missed, the birthdays and holidays. As a typical kid he did a lot to get Sam’s attention. Most of it didn’t work, until he got into ROTC in high school, then into the academy.

“You boys turned out okay,” Hank said. “You’ve settled down with pretty wives and have families.”

Brady glanced over his shoulder and caught sight of Lindsey hurrying to catch up, so he hung back.

“Do you have to run off?”

“No, I can stay for lunch. But I have a two-o’clock appointment.”

“Good, that will give me time,” he said.

She frowned. “Time for what?”

“Time to convince you I’m not a total jerk.”

“Really.” She looked skeptical. “You think I should go easy on you?”

“No, but I’m hoping my Randell charm will win out.”

She smiled. “So the average guy doesn’t have a chance over a Randell?”

“That’s right.”

They took slow, easy steps toward the back porch.

“Well, I disagree on that theory,” she said. “Jarred Trager, and Dylan and Wyatt Gentry do all right in the charm department.”

Brady fought rising jealousy, recalling how his cousins had been flirting with her earlier. They had their own wives. “That just goes to show you a Randell wins out.”

She stopped and looked confused. “But they’re not Randells?”

He nodded. “Yes, they are. Seems Uncle Jack had three more sons.”

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