“Nice to meet you, Brianna,” he said as they shook. “I hope I didn’t shock you. He’s probably never even mentioned my name to you.” “Yes, he’s mentioned you,” Bree said. But only after questioning from her friend Malcolm, she inwardly added. This, however, seemed to surprise Zack. “Really?” he said, studying Bree. “He usually doesn’t mention me to any of his females. They’re usually quite surprised when I show up.” They were now within inches of each other. He was barely an inch taller than Bree, and wasn’t nearly as big and muscular as his father. In fact, there was very little resemblance. Which meant, of course, that he probably looked exactly like his mother, a woman Robert still described as “very beautiful.” “Have a seat,” Bree said. “What your father didn’t mention was that you were coming at all. Or that you were even in town.” “That’s because I didn’t tell him,”
