Okay, the very loud heavy metal music, courtesy of her new neighbour, had made sleeping difficult last night, but that hadn’t been the only reason for her restlessness. Caitlin knew that her eagerness to touch and be touched in return by that gorgeous man was the main problem. She smiled again. It seemed to be almost her default expression these days. She had joined Riley on the sofa to watch Brodie’s game, feeling excited and a little nervous at the same time. Riley had grabbed her hand and assured her it was okay, that Brodie and JT were the best props in the game—whatever that meant—and that Auckland didn’t stand a chance. She’d smiled at her brother. She hadn’t cared about the match so much as the chance to see Brodie, even if it was only on the television screen. As the game had concluded, Caitlin had managed to take what felt like her first breath in over eighty long minutes. Apart from a ten-minute break halfway through, it had all been action. Caitlin had cringed every time she’d seen her sexy hunk of masculinity get slammed to the ground by up to four other large, rough-looking men.
