Chapter 13
Tyler awoke to an empty space beside him. He patted the mattress, searching out the soft warmth of Brooke’s body, but her side had already gone cold. He sat up and grabbed his pants, slipping into them and pulling his still damp t-shirt over his head just in case Layla or Chase was home. The last thing he needed was to bump into them in his boxer briefs.
The house was quiet, and he followed the scent of coffee to the kitchen. Brooke sat at the table in a white t-shirt and a pair of black leggings. She rested her chin on her bent knee while chewing on the end of her pen. Her hair was wet from the shower and her face was free of makeup, making her freckles stand out against her porcelain skin.
He watched her for a moment, observing all the little intricacies that made her who s
