ELEVEN
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“Baby?”
Spinning around, Zara saw Brodie at the top of the alley in the same spot she’d been waiting for him before Caine had drawn her deeper into the darkness.
Her ears were ringing with the shock of Caine’s revelation that had blasted her like roving shrapnel. “You looking for a date?” she asked. The tease she’d meant to accompany those words was absent.
Brodie noticed her stupor, but she couldn’t shake it. “What is it?” he asked, furrowing his brow. “You sound like you’ve seen a ghost.”
“Not my ghost, yours,” she said. The ghost of Brodie’s Christmas past. If Caine’s admission was meant to throw up more questions, he’d succeeded. Instead of going on the offensive out here in the open where Caine could still be watching, Zara chose to focus on the chore Brodie had
