Chapter Seventeen
It was a bitter day near winter’s end the next time Brooke surprised Ever on the boulevard. Unfortunately, it was past the lunch hour and she was caught, clipboard in hand, quite apparently canvassing people on the open street. Ever hadn’t seen Brooke approach and, as she turned from one rejection, preparing for the next, there he was, his presence seeming to dominate the entire landscape.
He was as captivating as ever, but in his eyes was a feral gleam that seemed incongruent with the situation.
“Just what is it you’re doing out here?” he demanded, leading Ever to believe the meeting was not entirely coincidental.
Unwilling to fully disclose the humiliation of the circumstances, she said, “It’s part of my job,” which was the truth.
Brooke’s eyes narrowed and Ever fe
