Chapter 19
Three days later, Brooke was in Tyler’s bed for the umpteenth time after also making love in the woods, the rental house, and the backroom of Calhoun’s. Every chance they could get, they’d find themselves indulging in each other. Her body still zinged with aftershocks of their lovemaking. She leaned against his hard chest, his hand draped over her shoulder and holding her hand. He ran his thumb across her knuckles as they basked in each other.
She turned to their interlocked fingers and kissed the back of his hand.
“You know what would make this better?” he said.
“What’s that?”
“Some Led Zeppelin.”
“Sometimes I think you’re perfect, and then you say things like that,” she joked.
“Seriously, what do you have against classic rock?”
She never said it out loud, but she wante
