were close to guessing why she’d needed to put space between them now, he chose not to acknowledge it. Why would he? She was nothing more than his best friend’s wife.
“You’re all set then?” Brody asked casually as he followed her to the bedroom she’d used after she and Cade gave up on the intimate part of their marriage. After the first few months, Reyna and Cade had never shared a bed again.
“Are you sure you don’t want to take anything else with you?” Brody asked once again when he surveyed the three boxes neatly stacked on the bed.
He had no way of knowing that the very thought of remembering this place was almost as painful as her marriage had been.
“No. No, Brody, I just want to put it all behind me. I need to focus on the future and finding a job. I don’t want to be a burden to you.”
Reyna saw his reaction immediately. He hated her words. She hurried on before he could deny them. “I know you’ve told me I won’t be in the way, but, Brody, that’s not really the truth. You need your space. I mean, after all, you are single and…” She’d been so close to saying handsome and desirable when she’d caught the words and turned away again.
What was she thinking? That she could simply move in with this dangerous distraction and not be aware of everything about him? There was no way this would work out as anything but bad.
“Reyna, believe it or not, and in spite of what Cade may have told you, I don’t spend every waking minute of my day pursuing the opposite sex. I mean I do have a business to run, you know?”
Reyna started for the door. She felt like such an idiot giving away to Brody that she’d listened to Cade’s gossip.
Brody caught her before she reached the door and turned her to face him. “Reyna, you are not going to be in my way. I want you there. If I didn’t, I would never have asked you to move in with me. Once you’re settled in and ready, I can help you find a job if you’d like. There’s always something available at Samuels Advertising and I have an idea, but we can talk about all that later…,” he added.
“We can talk about it now. There’s no way I’m letting you find a job for me. I can do some things on my own, thank you very much. You’ve done too much as it is.”
“We can talk about this later, Reyna, once you’ve had a chance to get settled in.”
“It doesn’t matter when we talk about it. I’m still not leaning on you any more than I have already. I owe you far too much as it is and I don’t like that.”
“Reyna—this is crazy. You don’t owe me anything. We’re friends. This is what friends do for one another. You’d do the same for me if the situation were reversed, so stop worrying so much, would you. I want you there with me. End of discussion.”
“Uh-uh. Not by a long shot. I meant what I said about the job. I can find my own. I intend on paying rent while I’m living with you, so don’t even think about arguing with me about it. That’s the way it’s going to be, if it’s going to be. Understood?”
“Whatever you say, love. Just as long as you’re in my house by tonight, I really don’t care.”
Reyna looked into his blue eyes and wanted more than anything to simply walk into his arms and hold him close. Truly let herself be close to Brody just once. Something of that struggle within her must have shown in her eyes, but Brody misunderstood.
“Reyna, I know how hard this has been for you, but Cade’s gone. No amount of grieving will bring him back, you
Daniela Fischerova, Neil Bermel