A month ago he’d been standing in the exact same spot the first time he’d laid eyes on his son. Everything and yet nothing seemed to have changed since then. He was a father now, but his son had no idea who he was. Avery was back in his life—and his bed—but she was no closer to being his one and only. He hoped that after tonight things would be different between them, that he and Avery would share so much more than a bed. Tonight he would let her know how much she still meant to him. The cracking sound of his knuckles against the wooden door reverberated loudly in the narrow confines of the hallway. Brody took a step back and waited patiently for Avery to answer. As he contemplated knocking for a second time, the door slowly crept open and he looked up. It wasn’t the sheer black dress that hugged her slender physique that caused his arousal to immediately spring to attention and strain against the coarse fabric of his dress pants, nor was it the teardrop earrings that glistened against her milky white complexion.
