BROOKE WAS GLAD THAT dinner went smoothly and everyone was present. After the conversation, she’d had with Dylan earlier and Lisa revealing she knew something was going on between the two of them she had thought things would be awkward. Of course, Frank and Randy carried most of the conversation, cussing and laughing over a horse that had gotten loose, and how Randy had fallen face-first into a mud puddle and hit a rock.
“Wanna kiss my bruised cheek?” Randy asked Brooke, waggling his strawberry blonde eyebrows at her.
That received a disapproving look from Dylan.
Brooke laughed softly. “Sorry, I’ll have to pass.” She was too aware of Dylan and found herself looking at him longer than she probably should have. When he reached for his water glass it sent shimmers of pleasure running throu
