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she had every right to be.
    But
I wasn’t going to stress about our night together. My biggest regret was
blowing the chance to re-live the most erotic sex of my life. Shay was a
one-of-a-kind woman, even if she was, technically, my step-sister . You
just didn’t get that kind of kink anywhere. That was a special brand of
off-the-shelf, bargain-bin, sell-it-out-of-the-trunk-of-a-1980-Pontiac-in-a-flea-market-parking-lot
kink.
    “I
can’t believe this,” Shay said. “This has to be some sort of joke.”
    William
nervously laughed. “What a small world, huh?”
    I smirked.
“Small isn’t the word Shay would use.”
    “This
is ridiculous.” Shay stared at William. “There has to be some kind of mistake.”
    “No…”
William shrugged. “Zachary Harden is the son of Emily Brewer, your father’s
wife. He is your step-brother, and he’s named in your father’s will.”
    I shrugged.
“I can show you ID, but I’d think you’d recognize me by now.”
    Even
with clothes on.
    Shay
wasn’t amused.
    I
shouldn’t have been so confrontational, but damn she was pretty when angry. I knew
it was wrong, especially since she was my step-sister, but after Shay left, I
jerked off in the shower to the memory of her clenching around me. Three days passed
and I could still feel her lips over my cock, imagine her warmth surrounding
me, and still smell the tease of apple and pomegranate on my pillow.
    It was
the wrong kind of fantasy to have, made worse by the current situation.
    I was
now an incredibly rich man.
    And
I had to face an irate woman demanding a metric shit-ton of explanations.
    She’d
be lucky if I could even answer. Just getting to the attorney’s office was a
trip and a half. For the past week, Georgia flooded with rain. Suddenly, we had
nothing but clear skies and an obscenely bright sun determined to burn through
my retinas and set my goddamned head on fire. The migraine this morning nearly
kept me in bed, but a billion dollars got me into the shower.
    The
money opened the world to me—even if I wanted to travel to the places other
people wouldn’t dare. Iraq. Afghanistan. Iran. Syria. Those where the countries
where I was supposed to be, fighting and protecting. I didn’t belong in some
bumbling attorney’s office in the middle of Atlanta. I had my fill of
sweet-tea, it was time to get my ass back into the service.
    Though…some
things they only made good in the south.
    Shrimp
and grits. Pecan pie. Shay Franklin.
    She was
definitely my favorite meal. My favorite entertainment. My favorite night life.
If she could be wrapped up in a care package and sent overseas, my morale—and
other things—would definitely rise.
    “Shall
we…uh, discuss the situation?” William asked. He offered Shay a chair that
would probably get slammed over my head.
    “We
have nothing to discuss,” she said.
    William’s
nervous chuckle cracked under her stare. “Not so. There are quite a few pieces
of property which will transfer to both your names, including your father’s
newly purchased estate.” William dropped two house keys on his desk. “It might
get pretty complicated.”
    “No,
it’s not complicated.” A single curl of Shay’s hair loosened from her tie. It
bobbed in front of her face, just waiting for me to tuck it behind her ear.
“He’s not getting a goddamned dime. And that’s the end of it.”
    “Shay,
this is a legal matter.”
    “No,
this is a family matter.”
    I couldn’t
help but smile. “But we are family now.”
    “Don’t
start.” Her eyes widened. Now she realized how badly we fucked up by
spending the night together. “We are not family. You’re just an arrogant
asshole who thinks he struck it rich. I’m going to make sure you don’t get one
cent of my father’s money.”
    I
don’t know why I did it, but rolling over an IED nearly a year ago gave me some
confidence. “ Our father’s money.”
    Shay
reached for her purse, either to beat me or storm out of the office. William