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Brodie ushered Lydia and Portia through the front door and turned to face the riders. As soon as they were close enough to recognize, he silently cursed. It was more or less as he’d expected. Brock, Ashton, and Jackson Hunt skidded to a stop and dismounted. Hunt moved the fastest, and Brodie didn’t try to stop what happened next. He raised his arms open-handed and took the angry father’s hard right hook to his jaw. Brodie stumbled back, catching himself against the doorframe.
“Where the bloody hell is my daughter?” Hunt threw another punch, and Brodie knew this one would blacken his eye. After a few more hits, Ashton and Brock dragged Hunt away from him.
Blood dripped down Brodie’s chin, and his bottom lip stung. His whole face was a mass of pain as he got back to his feet. The old m
