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  Text copyright ©2020 Lani Lynn Vale

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  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  Dedication

  Sometimes you eat the cookie. Sometimes you don’t. Today I ate the cookie.

  Acknowledgments

  Golden Czermak- Photographer

  My Brother’s Editor & Ink It Out Editing

  Cover Me Darling- Cover Artist

  My mom- Thank you for reading this book eight million two hundred times.

  Kendra, Laura, Kathy, Mindy, Lisa, Penney, Barbara & Amanda—I don’t know what I would do without y’all. Thank you, my lovely betas, for loving my books as much as I do.

  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Epilogue I

  Epilogue II

  Other titles by Lani Lynn Vale:

  The Freebirds

  Boomtown

  Highway Don’t Care

  Another One Bites the Dust

  Last Day of My Life

  Texas Tornado

  I Don’t Dance

  The Heroes of The Dixie Wardens MC

  Lights To My Siren

  Halligan To My Axe

  Kevlar To My Vest

  Keys To My Cuffs

  Life To My Flight

  Charge To My Line

  Counter To My Intelligence

  Right To My Wrong

  Code 11- KPD SWAT

  Center Mass

  Double Tap

  Bang Switch

  Execution Style

  Charlie Foxtrot

  Kill Shot

  Coup De Grace

  The Uncertain Saints

  Whiskey Neat

  Jack & Coke

  Vodka On The Rocks

  Bad Apple

  Dirty Mother

  Rusty Nail

  The Kilgore Fire Series

  Shock Advised

  Flash Point

  Oxygen Deprived

  Controlled Burn

  Put Out

  I Like Big Dragons Series

  I Like Big Dragons and I Cannot Lie

  Dragons Need Love, Too

  Oh, My Dragon

  The Dixie Warden Rejects

  Beard Mode

  Fear the Beard

  Son of a Beard

  I’m Only Here for the Beard

  The Beard Made Me Do It

  Beard Up

  For the Love of Beard

  Law & Beard

  There’s No Crying in Baseball

  Pitch Please

  Quit Your Pitchin’

  Listen, Pitch

  The Hail Raisers

  Hail No

  Go to Hail

  Burn in Hail

  What the Hail

  The Hail You Say

  Hail Mary

  The Simple Man Series

  Kinda Don’t Care

  Maybe Don’t Wanna

  Get You Some

  Ain’t Doin’ It

  Too Bad So Sad

  Bear Bottom Guardians MC

  Mess Me Up

  Talkin’ Trash

  How About No

  My Bad

  One Chance, Fancy

  It Happens

  Keep It Classy

  Snitches Get Stitches

  F-Bomb

  The Southern Gentleman Series

  Hissy Fit

  Lord Have Mercy

  KPD Motorcycle Patrol

  Hide Your Crazy

  It Wasn’t Me

  I’d Rather Not

  Make Me

  Sinners are Winners

  If You Say So

  SWAT 2.0

  Just Kidding

  Fries Before Guys

  Maybe Swearing Will Help

  Ask Me If I Care

  May Contain Wine

  Joke’s on You

  Join the Club

  Any Day Now (8-11-20)

  Say it Ain’t So (9-8-20)

  Officially Over It (10-13-20)

  Nobody Knows (11-3-20)

  Depends Who’s Asking (12-8-20)

  Valentine Boys

  Herd That

  Crazy Heifer

  Chute Yeah

  Get Bucked

  Blurb

  There are a few lessons one has to learn for themselves. Then there are the lessons that most people don’t have to learn because it’s just not done.

  For instance, most people know instinctively that they shouldn’t crave the mother of their brother’s child.

  Bourne Pena isn’t most men.

  Bourne does everything he can to fight the attraction he feels for Delanie, but in the end, his refusal to go there almost ends up costing him his life.

  ***

  Delanie Davidsdottir just wanted to forget. One night, she wanted to feel like a normal human being.

  That one night changes her life and gives her a son that becomes her heart and soul. From that point forward, she does her level best to keep her head on straight and not make any more mistakes.

  And falling for her child’s father’s twin brother—say that three times fast—would be a mistake. Not only is he Trouble with a capital T, he’s also a SWAT officer that puts his life on the line every single day.

  She can’t take another loss like the one she suffered once before.

  Then again, Delanie never encountered a man like Bourne Pena before, either.

  Chapter 1

  You’re the sprinkles to my donut.

  -Text from Bourne to Booth

  Bourne

  “Bro.”

  I looked up and over at my brother, Booth.

  “What?”

  He gestured toward his kid who was sleeping in his arms.

  “Can you get the door?”

  I did, standing up from my perch on the best goddamn couch in the world.

  “Sure,” I said as I got the door.

  The wind hit me in the face the moment that I opened it.

  The screen door slammed shut so hard that I nearly lost two fingers, and I backed up rather quickly before it hit me in the face.

  “I think,” I said as I pushed the door open again and held it with my foot this time, “I’m kind of boned for now.”

  “You can wait it out. It’s supposed to be loud, strong, and short. The weatherman said it’d be an intense eight minutes.”

  Delanie’s husky voice sounded from behind me, and my semi became an instant hard-on.

  It’d been semi-hard since I’d walked into her house an hour before.

  Today was Booth’s day for visitation with their son, Asa.

  Delanie and Booth. Booth being my twin brother.

  The reason I was there w
as because Delanie had bought Asa a new bed. A new bed that they’d delivered, put together, and then had left in the middle of the room. The bed was heavy, made of solid wood, and neither Delanie nor her twin sister, Dillan, could move it.

  Hence the reason I’d been asked to come over today, in my tux, right before a fucking wedding.

  The bed had been heavy. And it was on my list of things to do to call the fucking furniture company and rip them a new one for not finishing the job they were hired to do.

  I glanced backward at Delanie in her short black dress, then turned my head toward where the storm was quickly brewing and wondered if I should just chance the rain.

  But then I saw a trampoline rolling down the road and realized that would be incredibly dumb.

  “When is it supposed to hit?” Booth asked. “I’m literally twenty minutes away.”

  We were.

  We lived in a subdivision—one that housed about sixteen duplexes, almost all of them occupied by a cop or a cop’s kid—that was literally a hop, skip, and jump down the road.

  But then the first drop of rain hit me square in the face, and I realized that I might as well stay.

  I was already dressed and ready to go. And if it was short like they said it was going to be, then there was no reason for me to go home just to turn around and leave again. I was literally eight minutes from my destination if I left from here.

  “I’ll stay,” I murmured.

  Booth gave me a thumb up and took off, glancing down the road at the trampoline that was still rolling in the direction that he needed to go.

  “Who has a trampoline that lives near you?” I asked as I closed the door once my brother had gotten into his truck.

  “The neighbors have grandkids. They just bought it. Why?” she asked.

  I turned to find her bent over, slipping on black sky-high heels that made her legs look fucking amazing.

  I turned quickly away, but it didn’t matter. The vision of her in my head was branded there for always.

  Delanie was super tall. About five foot ten or so.

  She was blonde-haired, fair-skinned, and had the most exquisite pastel blue eyes I’d ever seen in my life.

  Which was saying something since Delanie had a twin sister, Dillan, who was also identical to her.

  But there was just something about Delanie.

  She had short blonde hair that was just underneath her chin, and today it was curled and cute, and I wanted to latch onto it with both fists and kiss the hell out of her.

  But, alas, I couldn’t do that.

  Not to my brother’s baby mama.

  It was already really fuckin’ awkward.

  Booth was in love with Dillan. Had been since we were in high school.

  Yet, he’d had a kid with Delanie.

  It was a messed up situation, and something that had always been a faux pas since it’d happened.

  “Because it’s now down the street. I’m guessing it’s long gone.”

  “Oh, no.” She stood up, her face flushed from being bent over. “That’s awful. I watched them put that together in the dark the night before their grandkid’s birthday. They seriously were out there forever with flashlights. I felt so bad for them.”

  I winced.

  “Tomorrow I’ll see about coming and helping them get it back into place,” I said. “What’s on your agenda tonight?”

  Booth had said that she had a wedding to go to just like I did, but I never expected her to say what she did next.

  “There’s a wedding at The Back Porch. A man that I helped pair a service dog with last year invited me,” she said. “Actually, he blackmailed me. He said that he had someone that he wanted me to meet. He apparently thinks this man needs a service dog. Or, at least, he thinks his son would do well with one. His son is diabetic. They think that he would do really well with a service dog that could alert them in the middle of the night if something were to happen.”

  “I thought that you specialized in dogs that helped with PTSD and seizures. Is it easy to train them for diabetics?” I asked curiously.

  She wiggled her hand in a so-so gesture. “Sort of. At least, not any more hard or easy than seizures or panic attacks. It’s just them being alert to a different problem with their charge. I’ve been working with a dog that I think would be a great pairing. But he’s still quite young, and I need to work with him a bit more until I’m sure he’s ready. But… we’ll see.”

  “How do you train these dogs?” I asked curiously.

  The house shook with a boom of thunder and Delanie jumped, then pressed her hand over her ample chest—an ample chest that was very beautifully displayed in the dress she was wearing—and started to explain.

  “It all starts with discipline,” she said. “We have to train them to be a good dog before they can do anything else. It starts with sit, stay, come, heel. Things like that. Then we move into the more experienced programs of obedience. Once they’ve obtained that, we go into the training for other specialties, such as PTSD. Some of the first signs of a panic attack is elevated heart rate. Sweating. Hyperventilating. Things like that. The dog learns to recognize those signs, and then we start to train them on what to do if they do recognize those signs. For instance, Hayes’ dog. If he starts experiencing any of those signs, he’s trained to get Hayes’ attention. First it’ll start with gentle nudging. Touching his nose to Hayes’ hand. Then if that doesn’t help, he’ll start licking his hand. If that doesn’t work, he’ll start nudging. Barking. Then he’s taught to stay with his human, offering comfort, until Hayes pulls himself under control.”

  Hayes, one of my buddies on the SWAT team, had been a prisoner of war. He’d come home with quite a few problems that kept him from interacting with society at times. Ares, his now-wife, who was also a SWAT kid—kids of the original Kilgore SWAT team members like me and Booth—had contacted me to sound out Delanie to get Hayes a service dog.

  The dog was perfect for Hayes and helped him be more regular with day-to-day activities.

  Like going to the grocery store, or the mall.

  “What about the blood sugar?” I asked. “Is that something they can smell?”

  “We’re not actually quite sure how they figure it out. I mean, it could be the symptoms such as the slowed heart rate or respirations. A change in their body composition or odor. I don’t know. They’re just able to detect it. This dog will be trained to alert the father since it’s unlikely that the kid will be able to do anything about it.”

  “How old is the kid?” I asked.

  “According to Janvier, the man that got the service dog from me last year, the kid is around four. He has type one diabetes,” she explained.

  “Rough,” I said. “That’s about Asa’s age. I couldn’t imagine him having something like that.”

  She made a sound of agreement and stood up just as another boom of thunder rocked the house.

  “Damn,” she said. “I forgot to close the garage door to the kennels.”

  My brows rose.

  “It was a nice day today. I was giving them some fresh air,” she explained. “I’ll be right back.”

  She hadn’t even made it two steps into the living room before I caught her by the arm and pulled her toward me.

  “I’ll do it,” I said as I brushed past her and went out her garage door.

  Delanie and Dillan had a four-bedroom farmhouse that they’d added a garage onto. The garage housed their kennels where they put the dogs when they weren’t home.

  I’d asked once why Delanie locked them into their kennels instead of just allowing them to have free range of the house. She’d explained that service dogs weren’t like other house pets. They were working dogs that had a job to do. And since they had a job to do, they couldn’t just ‘be a house dog’ like normal pets. At least not when she was training them.

  They have to have a structured routine. They have to have their own space. They have to have strict
rules, because when they go to their people, they need to be solely and entirely focused on their charges. I am not their charge. I am their teacher.

  I walked out through the garage door and took the covered pathway outside to the added-on building that was the kennel area.

  There, I grinned when I saw all the dogs.

  She had four all together right now, and each one of them was cute as hell.

  After talking to each one of them, I went to the garage door and closed it with the button. Once it was closed, I once again spoke to each dog, rolling my eyes when I saw the brand-new pet beds in their kennels, as well as a fucking television that was across the room giving them some noise.

  After leaving, I winced when the wind hit my face, making my hair blow this way and that.

  I’d tried to get it tamed into some semblance of containment, but it just wasn’t in the cards for me, apparently.

  My hair was much too long. I was about two months past needing a cut, but I just didn’t have fuckin’ time to get it done.

  If I wasn’t working, I was taking SWAT calls. And if I wasn’t doing either of those things, I was doing a family dinner, helping watch Asa, or trying to catch up on sleep.

  When I made it back inside her place, the rain finally started.

  And it was fucking raining.

  Big fat drops so plentiful that I could no longer make out the kennels that I’d just come out of.

  “Holy shit,” I said.

  “What?”

  I didn’t jump, but only because I’d been trained not to.

  Over the years, my brothers and sisters had done their level best to scare each other.

  If it wasn’t my own twin popping out from around the corner that I was nearing, it was my younger brothers, Heath or Garrett. Or my sisters, Bell, Priscilla or Daniella.

  Hell, there was nothing worse than being scared by your baby sister.

  Nothing.

  So though Delanie’s sudden appearance had startled me, she hadn’t seen the outward effects.

  I turned so that my body was sideways and I wasn’t taking up the majority of the window in the door, then gestured to the rain.

  “Wow,” she said. “Do you think they made it before it started?”

  Just as she asked that, my phone beeped.