Five Brothers - Penelope Douglas

On the other side of town are five brothers. . .

Macon is the oldest. I've never seen him smile. Army is a single dad with beautiful green eyes. Iron will be in prison soon. Dallas is the one I hate. Trace used to be mine. I need to go home, away from the swamps and these men. I'll leave tomorrow.

Tonight, I'll crash on the couch. Everyone is asleep except for one. He sees me crying. I let him wrap his arms around my body and hold me. I  don't think it was Trace. Which means it was another brother. I don't know who, but I can't help but want him to hold me again. . .