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coming in.” She had a strong Brooklyn accent that could knock you over.
    “Did you know Taylor is packing serious heat?” Matt asked Jamie, apparently feeling left out.
    “Yeah, and it’s a good thing too. You know where we live right?” The brass in her voice was at war with the hearts circling her head animatedly by the way she stared at Matt. I couldn’t blame her really, he was damn good looking but I felt for her because Matt had absolutely no romantic interest in her. He had told me as much when she began to show her affection for him after she first moved in and he hung around all the time.
    Matt just shrugged and we all walked out to the living room where we watched movies, ate junk food and all passed out for the night strewn across the large connect a piece couch we had just gone in together on at IKEA.
     
     
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    “Hey brother, what’s cookin’?” Noah asked walking his over 6 foot self into his brother, Tommy’s, front door, into the kitchen and making himself at home on a bar stool at the island. Looking up from behind the oversized kitchen island, Tommy stopped cutting and waves a knife at his brother. “You know, most people knock. I could have had this knife buried deep in your chest before you took a step.” This makes Noah chuckle and wave him off.
    “Enh. I’ll take my chances, your throwing arm is still pretty iffy.” His brother grinned and pressed his luck, “You got a beer?”
    Watching as his brother turned on the kitchen TV, Tommy went back to cutting.  “No. What do you want?” He strained his voice to sound annoyed when really, he didn’t mind the company of his brothers in the least. It was a bittersweet sort of comfort knowing he was here in the safety of his own home again and not out in the desert worrying constantly about his military brothers’ asses. Not like being separated from the remaining unit helped him much, he still worried. The Afghanistan desert is no place to be dicked with and especially in the heart of the birthplace of the Taliban. He lost some of his very best men and would give anything to have them back. Damn heroes they were and Tommy made sure to tell their families that. The dreams that woke him every night, wrenching screams and sometimes sobs from his chest, facing the soldiers he held in his arms as they took their last breaths, telling him their dreams, about their ladies or kids. Tommy shook his head and sobered on his brothers words.
    “Just wanted to hang. What’s for dinner?”
    “Food, but that’s not why you’re here.”
    Tommy had about reached his last nerve as Noah and their two other brothers had been knocking at his door ever since his boots hit Tennessee soil again, 3 months ago, to join their security and asset protection firm.
    Noah feigns innocence and holds his hands up, “What? A guy can’t just hang with his little brother for no reason?”
    Without hesitation he spit out, “My glock is loaded and on me.” So maybe it wasn’t, but a little fib never hurt anybody. Plus, it was always within arm’s reach so it wasn't a total lie.
    “Ma would murder you dead and you know it.”
    “I think she’d be okay. She’s got three more of us.”
    “You never were one to dick around.”
    “And you’ve always been one to draw anything out.”
    “At least I have shit to draw out.” He arched his brows and looked back to Tommy pointedly.
    “You want to talk about women or work?”
    “Oh but brother, women are work.”
    Tommy just shook his head and continued cooking himself some supper.
    “Tommy, why are you even cookin' man? You live a 5 minute walk or 3 minute drive up to ma's and you know she would be over the moon to cook somethin' for you. Anything. Hell, a peanut butter and jelly would make her day." He stands, laying his hands down on the cream and gold granite island countertop. “Hey, where’d you get that shirt?”
    Tommy looked down at his chest, not knowing what he had thrown on when he