The night had been nothing if not a reminder as to why she had to be so careful of her heart around him. The kiss was proof that she hadn’t gotten over him, and probably never would. She felt safe and protected, but Bree knew there was nothing safe about him. No, Jake would be able to walk in and out of her life if that was what he chose to do. Bree had been warned by more than one person that every woman had a guy like this. One who could own her and destroy her at the same time. More than anything, she wanted to believe they could be a family, that there was a chance for them to be happy beyond their physical attraction to each other. “You’re quiet.” His voice was soothing, deep and steady. So many things about him had faded from her memory over the years, but she always heard him. Jake’s words, his voice, lingered in her head. She would never forget the way he said ‘I love you’ or ‘I need you’ or how her name sounded when he whispered it in her ear. “I guess I was thinking.
