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forehead, leaving a dark smudge behind, then, cleared his throat while returning his gaze to the remains of the farmhouse.
    Brynn remembered she had left him back at the Mulroney property and cringed.  “I guess you're ready to hit me with some payback.”
    Adam shook his head, still gazing at the heaped remains of the farmhouse.  “Not after that.  You could have been killed.”
    He turned fiery blue eyes on her.  “What the hell were you doing here alone?  As a so-called expert, you should know the dangers.”
    Brynn shrugged in irritation as the heat of a blush spread across her cheeks.  He was right.  Only an idiot would enter a potentially unstable property alone.  Or someone mad as hell, she concluded with a wry smile.  “The farmhouse held up for a month.  I didn't think—”
    “Damn right you didn't think.”  He stepped closer, his finger pointed squarely in her face.  “There's been a lot of rainfall this past week, Brynn.  Strong winds.  You should have known better.”
    “All right.  You've proved your point.”  Brynn flung her arms up and turned toward her car, wondering why the hell he cared whether she lived or died anyway.  His opinion of her was obviously very low.
    “Where do you think you're going?”  A strong hand clamped around her arm and spun her around.  Eyes the color of an inky midnight blazed down into hers.  Brynn could do nothing but gawk as an unexpected blast of heat shot through her body.
    “I asked you a question.”  His grip tightened around her forearm.
    Blinking away the brief moment of desire, Brynn tugged her arm away.  “I'm going home, Adam.  We have nothing left to say to each other tonight.”  She started for her car again.
    “I think we do.  You can start off by apologizing for taking my truck and conclude by thanking me for saving your life.”
    Brynn whipped around and fisted her hands on her hips.  “I would have moved out of the way of the beam by myself and you don't deserve an apology, not after your behavior.  How dare you insult my morals and then assault me.”
    “Assault you?”
    “That little incident on the road.  No matter what this town might think of me, I'm not that damn easy.  I never was.”
    She turned on her heel and marched to her car as Adam stood there in front of the stack of wood and debris that used to be a farmhouse.  She slammed the car door behind her, and only then did her legs stop trembling.  He was right.  He saved her from a potentially life-ending accident.  But, as much as he despised her, why did he bother?
     
    ~~~
     
    “Brynn.”
    Brynn rolled over, burying her head beneath the pillow in an attempt to drown out Linda Harlow’s intruding voice.  She had returned home late only to field a thousand questions from her mother, deal with her sulking son's over-dramatized problems, and then proceeded to spend several hours tossing and turning in her bed, remembering the feel of Adam's velvety tongue as it invaded her mouth earlier in the day.  All she wanted to do now was sleep peacefully and without dreams.
    “Brynn Guinevere Harlow!”  The cover was pulled back from her head.
    Even half asleep, Brynn managed to cringe at the use of her awful middle name.  “What, Mama?  I'm sleeping.”
    “He's here.”
    “Who's here?”
    “Adam Good.”
    Fully awake, Brynn sat upright in an instant.  “Did he see Nate?”
    “No,” Linda narrowed her eyes.  “Don't you think you ought to tell him about Nate before he does see him?  It's bound to happen.”
    Brynn stumbled toward her dresser, her mother's words tripping her.  “He knows I have a child.  I was pregnant when I left.”
    “You know what I'm talking about, Brynn.”
    Brynn feigned ignorance, pretending she hadn’t heard her mother as she quickly stripped out of her nightclothes and pulled on a pair of jeans and a red T-shirt.  “Where's he at?”  She found her Nike running shoes under the bed and sat to pull them