Page 118 of Perfect Bragg


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I still struggle with guilt about my family, but I’m working through it. I also worry my family is going to disappear, but I’m determined to enjoy my slice of happy in the meantime.

“Here,” Elder hands me an outfit.

“Thanks.” I frown when I notice what the t-shirt says. “I have the world’s best daddy? Really, Elder?”

He shrugs. “I can’t help it if it’s true.”

“Find me another outfit.”

The doorbell rings. “You go greet our guests. I’ll change her.” He nudges me toward the door.

“The gossip gals are here. They can answer the door.”

He raises an eyebrow. “And you’re not worried about what they’re up to in the meantime?”

“Damn you, Elder Bragg.”

I rush off to the front door. Petal is already letting Miller and Eden inside.

“Congratulations!” Eden engulfs me in a hug. “On a scale from one to ten, how freaked out are you at the moment?”

“Why does everyone keep asking me how freaked out I am?”

“Maybe because your eyes are the size of saucers and you keep glancing at the door as if it’s your only hope.”

Miller grunts as he throws an arm around Eden’s shoulder.

“Big guy here agrees.”

I roll my eyes. “I’m fine.”

“Well, I’m not,” Moon says as she barges inside with Riley on her heels.

“I said I was sorry. I didn’t realize the cookies were for the party.”

Moon sets two containers down on the sideboard before wheeling around on him. “You thought I baked three dozen cookies for you?”

Riley shrugs. “I thought it was sweet.”

Moon throws her arms in the air. “You’re impossible.”

Riley shackles her wrist and draws her near. “You didn’t show up empty-handed. You brought two cakes and a dozen chocolate chip cookies.”

“Mmm. Good.” Miller says as he chews on a cookie.

“The Bragg bunch is impossible!” Moon shouts as she knocks the cookie out of his mouth before grabbing her containers and marching off.

“I’m with Moon,” Soleil says as she enters.

“I am not impossible,” Brody argues as he follows her inside.

“You made me drop my pottery.”

Eden and I gasp. You do not mess with Soleil’s pottery. Those artworks are her babies.

“It was an accident,” Brody claims.

“You blaring music loud enough to wake the dead was an accident?” Soleil snarls at him.

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