Why she was back at his door after he’d plainly told her that he had company was beyond him. They’d hooked up a few times, but there’d never been any discussion or more than a convenient orgasm here and there. “What can I do for you, Brynn?” He kept his hand on the door to let her know that she wouldn’t be invited in. He didn’t want to be a dick, but for the love of God, why couldn’t the world just go away and let him have a fucking weekend already? “I know you have company. I’m sorry to bother you, but I was worried that I’d upset you earlier.” “No need to worry about me. I’m fine. Thank you.” Or I will be when you go the hell away. Brynn’s light-blue eyes clouded over. “Well, I’m not. I wanted to clarify so that I didn’t have to stress out all weekend about a misunderstanding.” Dean inhaled until his chest expanded. “Whatever it is, it can wait. Don’t stress out. I don’t care if you—” “I didn’t sleep with your father, Dean. That’s all I wanted to say.
