Drake stood in the tree line, bathed in shadows watching his cabin. He’d been standing here for over an hour just watching her. Lights were already on and smoke rolled out of the chimney. He was surprised Brooklyn knew how to do that. She was more self-sufficient than he first pegged her for.
He saw her walking back and forth between the windows, a look on concentration on her face. Drake didn’t know what she was doing in there and he wasn’t sure he wanted to know. She’d looked irritated with him when he left. She was probably destroying his house to get even with him.
The sky was darkening. It was nearing sunset, it was time to go inside and face her. He’d left her alone for a few hours now. She was probably hungry. The deer he’d killed would feed them for a while but he’d have to make
