Heaven studied the bricks of the two-story, European-style house—Dylan’s house. The heat of her breath steamed the driver’s side window, making it hard to see the top of the willow tree in the back portion of the property.
As the rain beat against the hood of the car, her mind filled with images. Was Dylan the man in her dreams? And had he dreamed of her as well?
Her stomach did a somersault. Perhaps she should have followed Hope’s advice and called him instead of showing up at his house. A wave of nausea overtook her as she exited the car and walked toward the door.
Neither the cold drops soaking her dress nor the lightning flashing across the sky forced her legs to move any faster. She took baby steps, wiping away the water dripping from her head. With so many thoughts and emotions st
