When she pounded on the door, she was beyond livid. “Andie.” Brett was clearly surprised to see her. “You promised,” she growled. “Yes, but, um, why don’t you come in and sit down?” “No. I’d rather you come out here so I can show you something.” “All right,” Brett said, stepping onto the porch. “Down here.” Andie moved to the yard. “Tell me to my face why you left this morning.” “Andie.” “Just say it!” “I was a coward. I couldn’t face you.” “Why?” “Can’t we do this inside?” “Why?” “I thought I took advantage you,” he admitted, forcing himself to meet her eyes. “You thought you raped me,” she corrected. Andie held her arms in front of her. “Try to capture my wrists like you did in the kitchen.” Brett saw the realtor he had called to arrange for the sale of this house getting out of his car at the curb. “Andie.” “Do it. Now,” Andie demanded. “Go on, Brett. I’m waiting.” Jesse and Flynn pulled up behind the car Andie was driving.
