My Best Friend's Brother's Secret Baby (His Secret Baby Book 7)
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“Tank you,” she said, bowing her head deeply, holding my teenaged hand between her two hands, clasped as if in prayer.
“You're welcome.”
She looked up into my eyes, hers welling with emotion. “God… God repay you,” she said.
“It's okay. Really. I'm just glad that I could help,” I told her.
I saw two car seats in the back of her car and wondered where her children were. I didn't bother asking her. But, I was happy that I could help.
That was when I realized that my interest in being a mechanic was more than just a hobby. I wanted to make it my profession.
I worked hard and put myself through trade school, paying for it by working at a fast food joint. Those were long, hard days, going to school during the day and working at night. Sheer will got me through those nights when the restaurant was slow.
But, I knew that if I had any hopes of doing anything with my life, I would have to keep going. I came from a dirt-poor family. Most of them had barely gotten through grade school, let alone had any real profession to speak of.
So, when I graduated from trade school as a mechanic, I felt like I was on top of the fucking world. Unfortunately, though, there weren't very many opportunities in the town where I lived. And I didn’t have the money to pack up and move.
When an Air Force recruiter came around and asked if I wanted to join, I signed up right away. I knew that this was it—my ticket to freedom.
And I was right. Being a mechanic in the Air Force opened my eyes to a whole new world. Honestly, it was an entirely new level of existence. I never even knew anyone who worked that hard, with focus, in order to accomplish—and to be accomplished—as the guys in my unit did.
I’d kind of always been a bit of a daredevil. I just couldn’t “keep my booty still,” as my old great-aunt Birdie diagnosed at my fifteenth birthday party. (It was a great time—we were jumping off the roof into a kiddie pool filled high with shredded foam from a mattress I’d ripped up by hand.) I didn’t like trouble, you see, I just had a nose for action—a thrill for the outdoors, that sort of thing.
So when I discovered that I had this natural bent for fixing things, I was so excited. I was also relieved—my brain could be the one making me a living, not my brawn or bravado. I mean, sure, being a mechanic involved using my hands and muscles, too, but working on planes also involved figuring out problems and thinking about the best way to fix things.
This new direction of mine was a major step up for my family. It meant I might live to see old age, unlike practically every male in my bloodline.
Plus, none of us had ever served our country in the Armed Forces. Me joining up was an even bigger step forward for us. For me personally, joining up meant my freewheeling, garage experiment antics might have a constructive, positive outlet while I learned more skills and grew in my abilities.
More, I completely relished the traveling part of Air Force life. Mercy, the world had never seemed so big. Or beautiful, honestly.
Obviously, combat was what it was. But as things changed in all those long years, I found newer and cooler methods to indulge my thrill-seeking ways. When I was a kid, I never would’ve imagined rock climbing in the Swiss Alps would be just one of the many adventures life brought me.
But most of all, I loved the culture of performance. Of excellence. Oh, of course, there were jerks, wimps and assholes, as there are in all aspects of life, but I had the best of luck in all my deployments. The people around me inspired like nobody’s business. And so, that was my world, a world where I had a place, a duty and a status no one could take away from me.
That world all came crashing down, though, when I got into an accident that forced me to retire.
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I shouldn't want her.
But I do. And I always get what I want.
I was injured at war and discharged from the military.
My commanding officer invited me to stay with him while I get back on my feet.
I'm grateful for his help, and we've become close friends.
There's just one problem.
His 19 year old daughter lives with him, and she's off the charts hot.
So is the chemistry between us, even though I try to ignore it.
She's a virgin, but her long lashes beg me to change that.
Her curvy hips taunt me as she walks by wearing only a bikini.
She invites me to take a swim with her while he's out of town.
Swim with her? I want to swim in her.
But I can't. And I certainly can't knock her up.
Can I?
Oops. Too late.
What will her dad do if he finds out I put a baby in his little girl?
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My Best Friend’s Brother’s Secret Baby is book 7 in the His Secret Baby series,
which are based on theme and can be read alone
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Book 1 My Father’s Best Friend’s Secret Baby
Book 2 My Dad’s Rival’s Secret Baby
Book 3 My Professor’s Secret Baby
Book 4 Single Mom’s Secret Baby
Book 5 My Father’s Rich Friend’s Secret Baby
Book 6 My Doctor’s Secret Baby
Book 7 My Best Friend’s Brother’s Secret Baby
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Table of Contents
Chapter One
Kora
Chapter Two
Kora
Chapter Three
Logan
Chapter Four
Logan
Chapter Five
Kora
Chapter Six
Logan
Chapter Seven
Logan
Chapter Eight
Kora
Chapter Nine
Kora
Chapter Ten
Kora
Chapter Eleven
Logan
Chapter Twelve
Kora
Chapter Thirteen
Logan
Chapter Fourteen
Kora
Chapter Fifteen
Kora
Chapter Sixteen
Logan
Chapter Seventeen
Kora
Chapter Eighteen
Logan
Chapter Nineteen
Logan
Chapter Twenty
Kora
Chapter Twenty-One
Logan
Chapter Twenty-Two
Kora
Chapter Twenty-Three
Logan
Chapter Twenty-Four
Kora
Epilogue
Kora
Logan
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