or so miserable. Braden had been incredibly nice to her for the past two days. He had even helped her to cook some of the meals, joking, laughing, involving Caitlin in the simpler chores. He had shown her a side of himself she had only guessed at before. He could so easily be all that she had ever wanted in a man. If only ... But there was no point in “if onlys”. Although he had been charming, friendly, and helpful, the spark that had ignited between them had been effectively extinguished. Not on her behalf. No, she still felt that quick tightening in the stomach, that shivery tingle through her body when he walked into the room, that slow liquid heat between her thighs as her eyes caressed him when he wasn’t aware. But for the past two days he had treated her with ... her teeth ground ... brotherly nonchalance. No spark of desire flared in his eyes. If his hand touched hers while he helped in the kitchen it didn’t linger. She’d tried to tell herself that this was exactly what she wanted.
