
Kavangh has been in a funk since losing Ilsa; now wanting what his teammates have, he sets out to find his perfect woman but gets anything but. Daphne brings chaos and a whole lot of craziness, his complete opposite, but entirely ideal for him.
The chemistry between the two is off the charts, with smoking hot passion igniting between them.
The crazy and wild ride with Kavangh and Daphne is thoroughly enjoyable. The witty banter is off the charts, and the appearance of favorite characters adds an extra layer of interest to the story. We loved it! We have to say that the J's surprised us in this one can wait for the ending. Come August, it's been a wild ride, and we are going to miss the OPS crew for sure.




“I can’t believe this is really happening,” I choked out. “I’m finally getting married.”
“Congratulations,” Red muttered, though he didn’t sound too thrilled.
Everyone in the church was in awe of the woman walking toward me. She was absolutely beautiful. God, my heart was clenching at what was about to happen.
Finally, after what felt like five minutes, she stood beside me. Grinning like a fool, I took the veil and lifted it, brushing it back over her head.
And paused in confusion.
Blond hair. Check.
Blue eyes. Nope.
Long, slender nose. Nope.
Short? Not really.
“Um…” I stared at the woman who was not the woman I chose to marry, and failed to say anything else.
“Emily decided she couldn’t make it,” the woman smiled. “I’m Daphne. I’m filling in for her.”
Filling in. As if she was taking her place in a race instead of a marriage. My heart thundered in my chest as I heard Red chuckling behind me. What the hell was I supposed to do now? All these people were here, waiting for me to get married. I’d told everyone she was the woman of my dreams, and then she failed to show.
And she even got a stand in.
“I’m sorry, what?”
The woman looked a tad nervous as she leaned in closer. “Daphne Gray. It’s nice to meet you.”
I had two choices. I could go walk out and lick my wounds—admit that this whole thing had been a stupid decision—or I could go through with this insanity and save face. At least for the next day.
“Bradford Kavanaugh,” I said after just a moment of hesitation. “Let’s get married.”
