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He had also smoothly integrated himself into the DAMC, which was a huge part of her life.

He was fine with every aspect of her life. The average guy probably wouldn’t be. They would most likely be shocked and overwhelmed.

Her father alone, even in his advanced age, was enough to make a man shit his pants. Reaper not only faced him, but walked away without even a skid mark in his boxer briefs.

And best of all, he wasn’t an arrogant prick. The man had skills most did not and had never once been cocky about it, unlike the former in-house sniper, Brick, had always been.

Despite being an expert with weapons, Reaper wasn’t an ammosexual. To him, guns were simply tools of his trade, not to be glorified or worshipped.

Another bonus was, he wasn’t selfish in bed.

Damn. Maybe she was wrong and he was perfect.

Well, except for being captured twice, but she’d forgive him for that. Because in the end, those missteps might work in their favor.

But, ultimately, did she want him to claim her at the table?

In her world, it was almost the same as marriage.

Instead of getting down on one knee to propose, the guys stood in front of the table, claimed their woman, and the officers voted on it.

Vi wasn’t worried about the vote. It was rare for them to vote no since there needed to be some crazy reason for them to do so.

Even if Diesel was against Reaper claiming his daughter, he was no longer on the executive committee and no longer had a vote.

The only thing her father could do was make Reaper’s life a living hell. The good thing was, deep down, Diesel wanted his daughters happy and safe.

Reaper would contribute to both of those things.

That could be why her father hadn’t gone ballistic on him that night at the house. While Diesel would never admit it, he recognized the fact Reaper was a good choice for his oldest daughter.

Holy fuck.

She couldn’t deny she caught feelings.

But she’d been denying anything further than that.

Like wanting to become his ol’ lady.

Like possibly settling down, marrying him, and—gasp—possibly making Diesel a fucking grandfather!

Her heart was pounding so hard, her ears were actually ringing.

I’m fucking independent!

I don’t need a man!

I…

I…

Fuck!

“Vi?”

Her vision cleared and she stared at the man who pushed himself up off the mattress enough to read her expression. Only, she had no idea what emotion was displayed on her face.

Panic?