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Brant before he could do anything to
her.
    Tyson picked up his beer and lingered it near
his lips. “Tell me about your dad and his wives. There’s a story
there.”
    “Of course, there is. My father is his own
soap opera.”
    He chuckled. “Remember my mom had me, ditched
me, my uncle raised me as his, and she ran off and had another baby
with your uncle. I can say that we are two people that come from
soap opera families. I can handle it.”
    She shook her head and laughed. “Maybe we’re
meant to be.”
    His eyes opened wide as he took a long sip
from his glass. Okay, perhaps she’d scared him to death with that
comment. She’d move on to the story of her father’s wives.
    “Let’s see. The story began when my father
was engaged to my brothers’ mother, Naomi.”
    “But your brothers are younger than you.”
    “Drama. Remember, I’m shrouded in drama.”
    He laughed again. “Continue.”
    “He and my mother, Naomi’s best friend, had
an affair, and oops, here I am.”
    “She got pregnant while your father was
engaged to her best friend?”
    “Nice huh? Anyway, he married my mom. My
sister was born a short fifteen months later. He left all of us,
married Naomi and quickly had Jake and Todd.”
    “A man on a mission, huh?”
    “I guess. They divorced a couple of years
later and then Bethany’s mom came along. But he never married
her.”
    “But your mom and Naomi are still good
friends.”
    “They are now. I guess they bonded over how
horrible a man Byron Walker is.”
    He leaned in again. “You think your father is
a horrible man?”
    “He’s no upstanding citizen. Look what he did
with my grandfather’s land. He gambled it away.”
    “Yes, but that ended up being a scam.”
    “But your family almost had everything my
family had worked for.”
    And there was the stickler to the whole
Morgan/Walker feud.
    He watched her carefully now and she couldn’t
decide if he was intrigued or disgusted.
    She picked up her beer and drank it down.
“Well, I guess I had more of an issue with it than I thought,” she
said. “I’m going to get another one. You want one?”
    He looked down at his half empty glass and
shook his head. “I’ll be fine. I have a longer drive home.”
    “Right. Well, I’m thinking I need
another.”
    She hopped off the stool and went to order
another drink. At that moment, she wished they served something
stronger than beer, though craft beer was plenty strong in her
opinion.
    Another waitress took her order, and she
waited.
    Her intentions on bringing Tyson to the bar
had been to ease him into something—anything. She’d had her blood
pumping since he’d walked through her door. What she hadn’t
anticipated was diving into family history and it upsetting her as
much as it did.
    She was no prude. She understood
relationships and sex. Greed fueled her too. That’s why she was so
successful. What she didn’t understand was a man who would move
from woman to woman and family to family as if it were okay. Why
would he think it was okay to gamble away their savings over and
over and then try and take away what his father and his brother
worked so hard to grow?
    The waitress set her beer on the counter, and
she picked it up with shaking hands.
    The afternoon was going to be a waste now.
Tyson Morgan was going to finish his drink and get out of there as
fast as he could. Why wouldn’t he? Crazy Walker women were not a
prize to be won.
    She could feel the first two beers swimming
in her head as she walked to the table. The glass sloshed over the
side a bit as she set it down.
    “You okay?”
    “Fine,” she said as she picked up the
glass.
    “How are you getting home?”
    “I have a car.”
    Tyson’s lips pursed. “Yep, but I’m not
thinking you should drive it.”
    “I wasn’t going to. I’ll go back to my store
and stay there for awhile. I’m not stupid. I won’t drink and then
drive. I won’t even text.”
    He laughed at that. “I didn’t mean to get you
all