Chapter Seven
The following morning Brooke operated on autopilot as she dressed and went to the main house to help Lisa fix breakfast for everyone. When she saw the woman standing at the stove frying up some sausage she thought about talking to her. She needed a rational viewpoint on what had happened with Dylan, but she didn’t want to let anyone know they were lovers. It was too embarrassing, especially with the way he had let her know that last night was indeed the last night they’d ever be together like that again.
She then felt irritated, as if he assumed she was some lust-crazed female counting down the hours until she could lure him into her bed again? Hah! What an ego.
Brooke realized Lisa had been talking to her though she hadn’t heard a word. She blinked a few times, noting tha
