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Authors: A.P. Jensen
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after all this time and find Brooks not only single but still wanting her was… unthinkable.
“Stay with me, Regan,” Brooks murmured into her hair.
She shook her head and he nuzzled the side of her face with his. She was so warm, inside and out and she didn’t feel threatened. She felt safe and comforted. Was it possible to just fall into old patterns with someone when you’d been gone for so long? How could she feel this way for this one man? Why? She always denied believing in soul mates but at this moment she had to admit she may be wrong.
“I can’t.”
“Why not? Do you have a job to go back to?”
His voice was a comforting rumble in her ear and she shook her head and closed her eyes.
“Do you have a man to go back to in New York?”
She snorted.
“Then why can’t you stay here?”
“Too much drama.”
He chuckled. “You like drama, Regan Lee.”
“I don’t.”
“You do. You tired?”
She nodded. “I don’t know why.”
“Sleep.”
And she did.
Chapter Five
When she woke up it took her a minute to figure out where she was. Again. That was her. Fall asleep in random places with men she shouldn’t be with. It was dark out and there was a light on in the kitchen but there was no sign of Brooks. She groaned as she got up and located a bathroom downstairs. She paused and listened for the sound of footsteps upstairs but she didn’t hear anything. She walked into the kitchen and noticed a note and a pair of keys.
Had a trouble call at work. Don’t know when I’ll be back. If you need to go home, here’s the key to the SUV. I’ll see you soon.
Brooks
“Trusting, isn’t he?” she muttered.
For all he knew she could crash his car or steal it. Everyone in this town (except for Missy, that bitch) thought she was the same person that left ten years ago. Maybe the core of her was the same but she was wiser (supposedly) and had a better handle on herself (supposedly). She castigated hers elf as she looked around Brooks’ house. Okay, so maybe she was less changed than she wanted to believe. How the hell could she leave for ten years, experience all she had and fall back into her stupid patterns? Brawling, sleeping at her ex’s house and now snooping because she couldn’t help herself?
She walked upstairs and found it as sparsely decorated as the downstairs. There were three bedrooms and two baths upstairs. She walked into Brooks ’ master bedroom and looked for any sign of Allison but there was none. Had they not lived in this house together? There were no photographs or mementos of his first marriage. There was no sign that any woman stayed here on a regular basis and why should she care? She banged her head against the wall. Because she was an idiot that was going down a road that could only end in disaster. Thank God for his trouble call because she wasn’t sure what they would’ve done when she woke.
After being alone for so many years, she was starved for touch. She and Daniel had sex but it hadn’t been anything out of the ordinary and their relationship made sense while hers and Brooks didn’t. How could one look, one touch make her feel more than she ever had for any of the men she’d been with? She lit up like a Christmas tree when she was around Brooks and she couldn’t hold back when she was around him- which is what he’d done to her today. He pushed and prodded until she exploded. Now that he wasn’t around she could see he’d brought her to his house where there would be no interruptions so he could launch his sneaky attack. Damn him. If she was smart, she’d run like hell. Nothing could come of this. Even while she thought that she ran her hand over the cover of his bed and had a mental image of wrapping sweaty hands around the posts of his bed as he pumped into her from behind. Her breath caught and her stomach dipped.
Regan ran down the stairs, snatched his keys and fired up his SUV. She drove to her mom’s house as if Brooks was on her
“Stay with me, Regan,” Brooks murmured into her hair.
She shook her head and he nuzzled the side of her face with his. She was so warm, inside and out and she didn’t feel threatened. She felt safe and comforted. Was it possible to just fall into old patterns with someone when you’d been gone for so long? How could she feel this way for this one man? Why? She always denied believing in soul mates but at this moment she had to admit she may be wrong.
“I can’t.”
“Why not? Do you have a job to go back to?”
His voice was a comforting rumble in her ear and she shook her head and closed her eyes.
“Do you have a man to go back to in New York?”
She snorted.
“Then why can’t you stay here?”
“Too much drama.”
He chuckled. “You like drama, Regan Lee.”
“I don’t.”
“You do. You tired?”
She nodded. “I don’t know why.”
“Sleep.”
And she did.
Chapter Five
When she woke up it took her a minute to figure out where she was. Again. That was her. Fall asleep in random places with men she shouldn’t be with. It was dark out and there was a light on in the kitchen but there was no sign of Brooks. She groaned as she got up and located a bathroom downstairs. She paused and listened for the sound of footsteps upstairs but she didn’t hear anything. She walked into the kitchen and noticed a note and a pair of keys.
Had a trouble call at work. Don’t know when I’ll be back. If you need to go home, here’s the key to the SUV. I’ll see you soon.
Brooks
“Trusting, isn’t he?” she muttered.
For all he knew she could crash his car or steal it. Everyone in this town (except for Missy, that bitch) thought she was the same person that left ten years ago. Maybe the core of her was the same but she was wiser (supposedly) and had a better handle on herself (supposedly). She castigated hers elf as she looked around Brooks’ house. Okay, so maybe she was less changed than she wanted to believe. How the hell could she leave for ten years, experience all she had and fall back into her stupid patterns? Brawling, sleeping at her ex’s house and now snooping because she couldn’t help herself?
She walked upstairs and found it as sparsely decorated as the downstairs. There were three bedrooms and two baths upstairs. She walked into Brooks ’ master bedroom and looked for any sign of Allison but there was none. Had they not lived in this house together? There were no photographs or mementos of his first marriage. There was no sign that any woman stayed here on a regular basis and why should she care? She banged her head against the wall. Because she was an idiot that was going down a road that could only end in disaster. Thank God for his trouble call because she wasn’t sure what they would’ve done when she woke.
After being alone for so many years, she was starved for touch. She and Daniel had sex but it hadn’t been anything out of the ordinary and their relationship made sense while hers and Brooks didn’t. How could one look, one touch make her feel more than she ever had for any of the men she’d been with? She lit up like a Christmas tree when she was around Brooks and she couldn’t hold back when she was around him- which is what he’d done to her today. He pushed and prodded until she exploded. Now that he wasn’t around she could see he’d brought her to his house where there would be no interruptions so he could launch his sneaky attack. Damn him. If she was smart, she’d run like hell. Nothing could come of this. Even while she thought that she ran her hand over the cover of his bed and had a mental image of wrapping sweaty hands around the posts of his bed as he pumped into her from behind. Her breath caught and her stomach dipped.
Regan ran down the stairs, snatched his keys and fired up his SUV. She drove to her mom’s house as if Brooks was on her
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