The Greatest Fight of All (The American Soldier Collection 5)

“Oh really? They look older.”

“They are older. And believe me, thank God the walls are thick and nearly soundproof. You should see the women they bring up there on the weekends. Not your typical girl-next-door types.”

“Hmm. So you never visited their condo?”

Regan blushed as her cell phone rang. “A lady never tells.”

Amelia looked around the pool area. Since arriving last night, she did notice how attractive people were around here. The men were big, too, and very good looking. Their Texas accents were attention grabbers. With that thought, the big guy from the airport last night popped into her head. That cowboy was gorgeous.

“You day dreaming about seeing your first cowboy this morning at the airport?” Regan teased.

“He was very good looking,” Amelia said with her eyes closed, smiling.

“You said he had bruises, too?”

“Yeah. He had to be over six feet two, big muscles, tattoos on one arm, from what I could tell. Definitely hot.”

Regan smiled until her cell phone rang again. “Shit! He’s calling again. I have to answer this call.”

“Let’s pack up anyway,” Amelia said as she heard Regan getting upset. Regan was pulling things together and they started heading upstairs.

“Five minutes? Well I’m kind of in the middle of something, Mad Dog.”

“No! Of course Galen isn’t here.”

Amelia laughed. She had yet to meet any of Regan’s brothers. The men were no longer active duty. She did see a picture from when they were all younger. They were cute. She knew very little about them. That was how Regan was. No one talked about what the other siblings did. Regan did say that Waylon and Brody were adopted when they were kids but that she loved them as if they were blood. She also mentioned her brothers’ mean streaks and commanding personalities. It looked like Amelia was going to be getting a firsthand account of Mad Dog’s temper. Even his nickname told all to back off.

She chuckled as she listened to Regan argue with her brother. As angry as Regan was getting, Amelia knew Regan loved them and appreciated their attention and care. That was something Amelia never had and never would have.

As they headed into the main elevator, Regan continued to argue with her brother then hung up the phone. She stomped her foot and Amelia laughed.

“What the heck is going on?”

“He is so crazy. He’s going to, like, be here any minute.” Amelia put the cooler down. It was heavy. She looked in the mirror and saw that she had gotten some more color. She had a naturally tan complexion and the little sun did her justice. It had been a while since she had lain out. She felt that this move was going to be the best thing she ever did. Meeting her boss Monday and the other staff members was going to be exciting. She would even get her own pass for the hospital with her name and position on it.

As the elevator doors opened, Regan nearly growled.

Amelia wondered what was up, and then she spotted the very tall, thick man with the black Stetson, cowboy jeans, and dark blue button-down shirt standing there, by her door. She knew her mouth dropped and she quickly closed it, swallowed hard, and absorbed her body’s reaction.

Amelia felt her entire body freeze. It was like her blood stopped flowing, her heart stopped beating, and her eyes zeroed in on one sexy, extra large piece of perfection, topped with striking blue eyes.

“Murphy!” Regan stated and Amelia gulped. The man was big.

He lowered his sunglasses and then pulled them off.

“You hung up on me. Who is this?” he asked abruptly, and she felt his eyes roam over her body. She wished she had put on the full cover-up instead of the sarong. Her breasts were big, her cleavage deep in the purple bikini, but they were working on their tans.

Regan placed her key in the door and opened it.

“This is Amelia.”

His mouth dropped. Then quickly he looked her over again.

“I’m Murphy, Regan’s oldest brother.” He reached his hand out and she had to lower the cooler again to shake it.

“Nice to meet you, Murphy. I think,” she added and Regan laughed.

“He’s harmless, Amelia. Believe me, Mad Dog’s bark is bigger than his bite.” Regan tossed her blonde ponytail over her shoulder, hitting her brother.