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“Married!” The yelped word got cut off as somebody cuffed the speaker on the back of the head.
Brax sighed. He supposed, given Mia’s assessment that her crew were a bunch of gossips, a week was a solid period of peace before the news got out about their connection. They’d probably only gotten that much because she’d been working everybody ninety to nothing from the swing of the first sledgehammer.
It was weird seeing her in command like this. She ran a tight crew and worked harder than any of her men. They treated her with deference and respect, something he knew would be hard-earned by a woman in this kind of job. She dished and joked with them without tolerating any pissing around or time-wasting.
The hard work showed in the stripped-out shell of the building. Everything, including
