But somehow he did. He was on the hill heading up to his house when he made a sudden turn to the right. Into Shannon’s development. He knew he shouldn’t bother. She hadn’t been home all week, after all. But something inside him, some compulsion, wouldn’t allow him to just drive on by. His heart caught in his throat when he saw her car in the driveway. She was home. He was parked and storming to her door before thought fully formed. Oh. And he was pounding. On the door. Bosco barked and howled like a banshee so he knew she couldn’t ignore him for long and, indeed, she did not. The door opened and there she was. Ah. There she was. For a moment he was stunned speechless by her beauty. And then she opened her mouth. “Go away, Tristan.” “No.” He put his foot in the door to stop her from shutting it in his face, which was a mistake because, damn, it hurt. But at least she couldn’t shut him out. Though she tried. When she slammed it on his foot again, he grabbed the door with his hand.
