Landon had gone back to his previously brooding self while Dylan continued to get digs in anywhere possible. Krista liked Dylan well-enough, and knew siblings ribbed one another, but she’d had enough of him by the time they returned home. Storming up to the house, she called over her shoulder, “You can get my bag, Dylan.” Her body still tingled from making love with Landon, and she was just as confused about where they stood now as when they started the trip. After taking a long, hot shower, she changed into knit pants, T-shirt, and fuzzy socks then went to find Brady. She was tired and wanted to sleep, but sleep would not come until she confided in her brother and cleared the air. Landon had made it clear they would be telling Brady about what happened, so she no longer felt she needed to keep it a secret. She found her brother and Nyssa sitting on the front porch. “I’m sorry you had a bad trip with the truck and all,” Nyssa said. “You have no idea,” Krista muttered.
