EIGHTEEN
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Brodie kept hold of her neck and used his elbow on her shoulder to guide her through the house to the stairway.
“I love this house,” Zara said when they began to ascend the stairs. Although she wasn’t an expert yet, she was definitely beginning to recognize the route.
He wasn’t really listening. “You, what?” he mumbled.
They got to the top of the stairs and she spun around to press herself against the door before they could go through it. “I’m sorry.”
Reaching around her, Brodie got the door open an inch, but she used her weight to block him. “Sorry for what?” he said, exhaling his impatience.
Saying her piece meant something to her, she just wished he would understand the depth of what she’d gone through. “Tonight. I freaked out. I was ready to walk away and if I
