Page 7 of Rekindled Heat

“You’d love Woodland Falls,” I gush. “It's like living in a fairy tale village. We even have a Christmas store that is open all year round. Kringles."

"What a cute name. Don't you think, Max?"

He just smiles and looks towards Erik, who is glued to the door. Finally, he takes a step forward.

"Brandy, you can't stay here."

"But your mother said…"

"This is my house."

"Aren't you a little bit happy to see me? Your high school sweetheart?"

He blanches, probably at my public declaration of what we used to mean to each other. His mouth opens and closes, but nothing comes out of it.

"Really?" Red says.

I smile and wink at her. Maybe she could be an ally—if she’s not his girlfriend.

"Max, bring Brandy's luggage inside. Brandy, what do you do with that sewing machine? It looks ancient."

"Yeah, it was my great-grandmother's." I move to the side as Max retrieves my bags. Erik is still frozen and speechless at the door.

"I make and sell quilts for a living."

"Custom made?"

"Yup."

"You've got to show me your portfolio. I'd die for a handmade quilt."

"Anne, just stop,” Erik barks. “I need to talk to Brandy. Alone."

His voice returns, but thankfully, my bags are all inside now. Score.

"Geez, what a grouch. It was nice to meet you, Brandy. Come back and have a drink when you're done here."

Red takes the hottie's hand and drags him back to the terrace area. Good sign. Maybe they’re together.

I turn to face Erik and paste on the brightest smile I can muster. He looks distraught, and my heart goes out to him. This is a lot.

"You can't stay here."

"I don't have anywhere else to go."

"I can get you a hotel room…"

"My budget is too tight for that."

"You came here even knowing that I could turn you away?"

"I had hoped our friendship meant something to you."

"Brandy, I…"

"Let me stay for a few days while I find somewhere else to go."

I see in his eyes that he's against the idea. What should I do? Think, Brandy, think. I sway a little on my feet and grab his arm to steady myself.

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