CHAPTER FOUR
The phone was ringing. Eyes closed, Cara groaned. She hadn’t slept well, and she didn’t want to answer the call. Was it even time to get up? She didn’t want to know the answer.
Another ring. And another.
Wait a minute.
Her eyelids opened.
That wasn’t her ringtone.
It only took a second for her to remember…
Brody.
He was here. Sleeping on her couch.
She hadn’t dreamed last night.
A weight pressed against her. Muscles tightened into hard balls and knots. The churning in her stomach had nothing to do with needing breakfast.
I need you to marry me.
She buried her face in the pillow.
Why was this happening? Cara wasn’t any closer to deciding whether to accept the fake marriage proposal than she’d been last night. The reasons were twofold—Caitlin and Brody.
Cara didn’t
