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for damage control going up in flames. At this point, he wasn’t’ sure if he could approach Avalyn without her hexing him six ways to Sunday.
    He’d kept his last name from her, but what was he supposed to do? Go up to her and say, “Welcome to Baxter, I’m the descendent of the family your ancestor cursed, but I’m really a good guy.” It wouldn’t have gone over well. At least this way she’d seen him for who he was and not his family name for a while. He had to believe that. The connection they had was electric and comfortable at the same time. It deserved more exploration. Colton had a long list of things he wanted to do to her sumptuous body, yet it was her spirit that shone through and dazzled him. She was a wealth of positivity, something he and his family could use. Plus, seeing her gran in action made him feel a lot better about his family, especially Grandpa Willie.
    She understood what it was like to have a family who was, to put it nicely, off the beaten path.
    By the time he reached his dad’s house, his temper had cooled, and the plan on how to win her over had begun to take shape. Baxter was small. She couldn’t avoid him forever, and unless he’d read her eyes wrong, she didn’t blame him for the predicament they were in. Avalyn had looked more resigned than anything when she asked him to leave for the final time. He parked his truck in the driveway, exited the cab, and made his way inside the house. Colton walked into the living room, and conversation came to an abrupt end. They’d all gathered here after work to wait for him to come home and tell them about his date. Each of them had a lot riding on this.
    “Boy, what in the hell, happened to you?” his grandpa asked. His eyebrows were arched high, and his eyes were as round as saucers.
    “Betty Voiles and her broom.”
    He relayed the story, and his brothers howled with laughter.
    “You actually let an old woman beat you up!” Hunter said.
    “What was I supposed to do, wrestle the broom away and give her a heart attack? That would’ve gone over real well with Avalyn. I’d have earned us a curse worse than the one we’re trying to break.” He scowled as a fresh round of laughter filled the room. “I’m glad this amuses you.”
    He glanced over at his grandpa, and his stomach sank into his shoes. The old man’s face was red, and his hands were clenched into fists. His body practically vibrated with fury. Even with the full beard that hung down four-inches, Colton could tell his jaw was clenched.
    “No Voiles is gonna treat a grandson of mine that way. I’ll be having me a little chat with this filly.”
    “Grandpa, it’s okay. Let it blow over.”
    “No can do, my boy. This is a matter of honor.”
    Colton felt a headache the size of Texas coming on. This was turning into a real Charlie, Foxtrot, or in layman’s terms: cluster fuck. He’d picked up the military jargon, thanks to his, grandpa, whose father had spent years in the army. Any time his family mentioned honor, shit got real quick, fast, and in a hurry. Nothing he said to persuade him at this point would actually be heard. Maybe if he stalled him, it would fade away. “I think everyone’s had enough drama for today, at least,” Colton said.
    “You’re right. The element of surprise is important.” His grandpa nodded, and Colton let out a sigh. Crisis averted for tonight.
    “Do you think she’s turned off from you completely?” Randy asked.
    “No, she seemed almost resigned to her fate.”
    A seed of hope was planted.
    “Then you still have a chance,” Randy said.
    “That’s what I’ve been trying to tell myself. Baxter is tiny; she can’t hide away forever. I just need to make sure I’m everywhere she is, in a non-stalking manner.”
    Hunter frowned. “Good luck with that one.”
    “Be grateful he’s putting in the effort. This is going to benefit us all.” Randy’s voice was sharp and serious. His face wore a dark expression, and his cheeks