Page 52 of Whisper Of Attraction (Whisper Lake 3)

He might.

The voice in her head sounded suspiciously like Jess’s.

She shook that thought out of her head. If Axel had wanted to kiss Brynn, he would’ve. She didn’t need to read He’s Just Not That Into You to know that. What she needed to do was face reality and move on. No more daydreaming, no more wishing and hoping that something would transpire between her and Axel.

Brynn had indulged in the fantasy of what could be for far too long. It was time to get back to the reality of her life. A reality that didn’t include having affairs with hot, mysterious men that showed up in town out of the blue.

“Come on.” She stood up and picked up her twenty-pound puppy who refused to walk once she’d gone to bed. So each night Brynn carried her pug outside for her last bathroom break of the day. “Potty time.”

As Brynn opened the back door, she had to admit that these nightly trips had been a lot more exciting since Axel had moved into the apartment. She told herself each night that she wasn’t going to look up to see if his light was on, but each night that’s exactly what she did. It was a game of self-control that she lost every time.

Tonight, she didn’t even try to pretend that she wasn’t going to sneak a peek. She boldly gazed up at the window that overlooked the small patch of grass that Lucy was doing her business on. There was a light on, but she didn’t see any movement.

Despite her resolve to return to her regular scheduled programming, questions about their nonexistent relationship filled her mind.

Had they almost kissed on that dance floor?

Was the attraction she had for him one-sided?

Did he feel anything when he looked at her?

Was it even close to what she felt when she looked at him?

Basically, she just wanted to know what was going on between them. Or if anything was going on at all.

And the answers were just up those stairs.

Would it be so bad if she knocked on his door and cleared the air?

People did that if there was any kind of misunderstanding…right?

It sounded like a reasonable thing to do. Mature, even.

At least then, she’d know where she stood. Her mind wouldn’t try to fill in the blanks. There’d be no more confusion. No more sleepless nights tossing and turning and wondering if he was thinking about her, too.

Feeling good about her proactive decision, Brynn picked Lucy up to put her back inside the main house and tripped over her own feet as she walked up the steps of her deck.

Shoot.The thought hit her that maybe this idea sounded so good because of her liquid courage, and tomorrow morning she’d regret it.

She paused and thought about chickening out.

Screw it.She’d played it safe for thirteen years. She was due for a little morning-after regret.

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