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parents had loved one another until the day Andrew Warren died, and his mother still

carried a torch for the old man. Now if Gage found someone he could love as well,

maybe he’d act differently. But the women he’d dated in his thirty-two years had been

pretty, but so superficial. Most of them had wanted him for sex, of course, and to either

meet the twins or get their greedy hands on his money. And the ones who hadn’t, frankly,

had bored him within days. What the hell did that say about his taste?

Grinning at Dylan still trying to finagle a way out of his mother’s haranguing, he

caught his brother’s dark look promising retribution.

Bring it on,he mouthed, scoring a direct hit when Dylan flushed and clenched his

fists.

Oh, yeah, Gage had definitely saved himself grief at his mother’s hands. Funny that

his mother and brother shared a love for mental health, while he and Derrick had

followed in his dad’s footsteps. They’d worked with their father at Warren Construction

Company right out of college, and when their father had passed, they’d made WCC into a

verydecent living. Picking and choosing their jobs, he and Derrick worked hard and long,

by choice, not necessity. While Derrick preferred the administrative tasks, Gage liked

working with his hands.

He supposed he fit the crude construction worker mold, but his looks, and his money,

seemed to make him an acceptable catch for any woman wanting the better things in life.

For that reason, he’d kept his last name from Hailey a secret. Not like she wouldn’t find

out soon enough, but he wanted to figure her out before she turned those wiles on him.

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Despite her aloof demeanor, he didn’t believe a woman who looked like she did could be

so naïve. Like the rest of her sex, if she knew his vulnerabilities—how hot she made him

by just being near him—she’d grab him by the balls and never let go. And lord help him,

he was just weak enough to enjoy being helpless in her clutches.

“So where’s this date of yours going to be?” his mother asked, interrupting his erotic

thoughts.