After hiding out all evening and overnight, she was sick of the four walls but mostly sick of herself. She knew for a fact that Brennan blamed himself for what happened yesterday, and none of it was his fault. Now she just needed to find the guts to apologize. With one last breath for courage, she opened the door. The apartment was quiet, but he was still here. Not only would he never leave her alone without telling her, she could feel his presence. Brennan had such a strong personality that even when he wasn’t in view, his overall aura could still be felt. As she made her way downstairs and into the kitchen for coffee, she rehearsed again what she would say to him. He probably thought she was a neurotic basket case. Last night she had been. Today she was something else. “Good morning.” She jerked around, sloshing coffee onto the counter. “Careful.” She’d barely registered that the hot liquid had landed on her hand and burned her skin before Brennan was holding her hand under cold water at the sink.
