Chapter Sixteen
Delilah looked up from where she was dropping cookie dough onto the cookie sheet. She scowled when she saw Barrack quietly enter through the back door. The sharp remark on her lips died when she saw his expression, so worried and remorseful.
A rueful smile curved her lips as she placed the spoon back in the bowl. She grabbed the dishtowel and wiped the dough off her hands.
“Delilah, there is something we have to tell you,” he began.
“I know,” she interrupted, placing the dishtowel down on the counter and walking toward him. “Brogan and I had a long talk while you were gone.”
His eyes turned to the doorway to the kitchen. Brogan leaned against the doorframe and returned his steady gaze. His brother nodded.
“I told her everything,” Brogan said, emphasizing the last word
