The Wedding Lullaby: Chapter Eleven
For most of his life, Brett had followed a plan. Not tonight. He had no plan. No strategy. Nothing but a driving desire to see Laurel.
Now.
So what if it was late? He’d never be able to wait until morning.
As his car idled in front of the closed ornamental steel gates protecting the Davenport estate, he keyed in the security code he remembered from his youth. The gates opened, parting like the Red Sea, and Brett drove inside.
Regrets assailed him.
So many years of entering through these gates. So many years of wishing this place was his home. All this time, it had been. The above-the-garage apartment where he’d grown up was his home, the lush estate grounds and gardens his yard, but he’d been too obsessed with living in the “big house” to see how l
