BROOK HAD NEVER BEEN to Kyle’s home, only Ethan’s—and the similarities between the two properties surprised her. Each had a double fronted, gated entrance, and a sweeping driveway, which spread outward to the surrounding trees and disappeared around both sides of the house.
If not for the resemblance, Brook may not have realised their destination. “Kyle ...” She twisted in her seat, her heart thumping, head already shaking at the thought of the reception.
“No one’s here,” he said. “We’re safe.” Despite his words, his eyes held a platoon of worry, and he seemed to be bracing himself as he blew out a breath and gave a small nod. “Let’s go.”
He climbed from the pickup, and Brook followed suit, though she couldn’t help but send a hesitant glance toward the house as her feet landed on the dr
