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

“Shoot. This sounds like trouble in the making.”

“I met Galen’s brothers, too,” Regan said then nibbled her bottom lip.

Amelia initially didn’t understand what Regan meant by that and then Regan raised her eyebrows up and down at her.

“Holy shit. A ménage?”

“I’m considering it. I like them a lot. His brothers do a lot of out-of-town business. So right now, it’s just been Galen and I. But the sparks really flew when I met Mark, Peter, and Zachary. I’m not sure what I’ll do.”

“God, this is a lot to take in. I mean considering how good-looking the men are around here, and the abundance of them, I suppose that’s why women are grabbing a few at a time.”

Regan chuckled. “Maybe you’ll grab a few of your own?”

Amelia felt her cheeks warm. She shook her head. “Not me. I’m done with men for a while. Remember, that’s why I came here.”

“I know, but all men aren’t abusive assholes. Cowboys have a way about them. Throw in a military background and yeah, they could be a bit dominant and wild, but most are good, pure, caring men.”

Amelia didn’t believe that for one minute. Not in her experience.

“You’ll help me calm my brothers down, won’t you, Amelia?”

“Me? I don’t even know your brothers.”

Regan winked.

“That will change in no time. Mark my words.”

Amelia wondered what Regan meant by that comment. Before she could interrogate her, Regan’s cell rang. She answered it as she made plans with her other friends to meet at this place Hucker’s. Amelia was looking forward to meeting other people. Being new in Houston, she wanted to make some friends and get to know the area. With Regan’s outgoing personality, Amelia should make some new friends in no time.

Chapter 3

The music was blasting and Amelia was laughing at something Regan’s friend Georgia was saying. Amelia was impressed with all the excitement going on around her and the other seven women. Since they walked in an hour ago, they all were approached by some of the sexiest men Amelia had ever seen.

“I told you that you’d love a traditional honky-tonk. Hucker’s is one of the best places this side of Houston,” Amelia stated loudly to her, even though she was close. Galen approached, wrapping his arms around Regan from behind, making her gasp. She gave him a slap to his arm then the good-looking cowboy kissed her hard on the mouth as Regan reached back and cupped the back of Galen’s head.

Amelia felt her own cheeks warm and an appreciation for the scene come over her.

She turn

ed away a second and spotted the large group of guys enjoying the birthday party. She knew that Murphy and his brothers were over there. They hadn’t come over this way and now wouldn’t be a good time with Regan sucking face with Galen.

“So, this is your Yankee friend?” Galen asked. His deep, thick accent alerted Amelia that he was addressing her.

“Cut that out, Galen. She’s my best friend, so stop teasing her,” Regan stated. As Amelia looked up at Galen, she caught him looking her body over.

Amelia was on guard. She raised her eyes at him and gave him the once-over back but as if she were unimpressed.

“Sassy, are you? You better watch that, girl. Been some fellas talking ’bout coming on over here and getting to know you.”

Amelia felt her belly quiver. She had been dodging offers to dance and teach her to do the two-step since they’d arrived.

She reached over to the bar to take her drink when she felt someone bump into her. Her drink fell over as she stepped out of the way before looking up at some tall guy. He gave her a wink and she could tell he was feeling pretty good. His eyes were glazed over and he swayed as he moved closer.

“Who’s your friend, Regan?” he asked and Amelia looked to Regan and Galen.

“Smooth move,” Galen said to the guy. Galen shook his head as if he didn’t like the guy, and then Regan placed a hand on Amelia’s arm and pulled her closer.

“No one who wants to meet you, Buckey.”