JUST AS BROOKE WAS about to shut off the light in the living room and go to bed there was a knock on the door. Her heart picked up speed when she recalled how Dylan had been over the evening before and they’d shared in a session of lovemaking she’d replayed in her mind dozens of times since.
When she opened the door, her stomach did a double-flip when she saw him standing on the porch looking stiff. His face was set in hard lines; his eyes narrowed. He looked like a man on a mission.
“Hey.” He touched the brim of his hat in greeting. “We need to talk.”
“About what?” Brooke held her hand over her heart, hoping it wouldn’t jump right out of her chest. She knew why he was here, even if she didn’t want to admit it. And s*x wasn’t it.
He tipped his head in the direction of the main house. “
