Hayden abandoned the plan to knock at the house and tramped back down the steps and toward the little trailer. She rapped her knuckles on the door. A bark and a growl came from the other side of the door.
“Hush, Coda, baby,” a low, gentle voice murmured.
A shuffling step had her moving back a few feet in case Fenn decided to swing the door open wide.
“Callie? That you? Go back to bed. I’m fine,” Fenn called out.
Callie? A flicker of jealousy made Hayden bristle, more at herself than at the mysterious Callie. Hayden had no right to be jealous. Fenn wasn’t hers. Hell, he had to have a girlfriend. A man who looked that good in a pair of jeans had to. All it had taken was one look from him after she’d saved him in the arena to know she was in trouble. He had the same chiseled, godlike feat
