CHAPTER SIX
My love? Stepping inside the Bay View House, Cara grimaced. Babe or even snookum would be better than that. Except she’d told Brody to pick what he wanted, so she had only herself to blame for this one. She took a breath.
The air smelled like fresh flowers and lemons. The pleasant scents didn’t calm Cara’s frazzled nerves. So what if she was standing in a room-sized entryway on a gleaming hardwood floor that led to a grand staircase? She felt as if she were teetering on the edge of a sulfur-emitting volcanic crevasse. Her insides trembled worse than the Chihuahua that lived on the second floor with Mrs. Smith.
Brody leaned over a vase of white roses sitting on a table and sniffed. “I see why you like this place.”
What was up with him?
He was acting too calm. Hugging her. H
