Brooklynn’s insides quaked like gelatin as she followed Robbie. He looked so much like Ryker. So much. Too much.
He finally spun back, and she almost crashed into him on her next step. “You’re dating him?”
dating She lifted her chin, looking the other man right in the eyes. “Ryker’s dead, Robbie. Not sure if you knew that.”
Robbie’s eyes stormed, and he was so, so angry. Brooklynn cared; she didn’t want to hurt him. A lot of people had suffered when Ryker had died.
“So yes,” she said. “I’m dating Dave. He’s the first man I’ve been out with in three years, and I’m…I’m ready to move on.”
“You know who he is, right?” Robbie asked, glancing behind her to where Dave presumably still stood.
“Yes, he’s David Reddington.”
“You can’t even walk down the beach,” Robbie said. “He works for the
