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his groin showed that more than one part of his body remembered the passion they’d shared. He took a step toward her, wondering if he dreamed, aching to touch her but scared she’d disappear, leaving him to wake once again to dreaded loneliness.
    “It’s me, kitten,” he said, using the nickname he’d given her because of her penchant for snuggling and making a sound like a purr. He took another step.
    “I’m not your kitten anymore,” she retorted, her eyes sparking with anger. The shotgun swung up. “Get out.”
    Seemed like someone harbored ill feelings about the way he’d left. He couldn’t blame her. I fucked up. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t try and atone.
    Raising his hands in surrender, he took another step toward the only woman he’d ever loved. Hope blossomed in his heart. Despite the danger she posed with her shaking finger on the trigger, he didn’t fear her. A part of him knew she’d never truly hurt him. “I’ve missed you,” he said softly. More than you’ll ever realize.
    An unladylike snort escaped her. “Then I guess you shouldn’t have left.”
    He wanted to reply, but a commotion from behind her took both their attentions.
    A feminine voice squealed, “Hannah, are you okay?”
    “I’m okay, Bethie,” said Hannah, turning around to speak to her little sister who had to be about seventeen now if Brody remembered correctly. The gun lowered at Beth’s appearance, and Brody briefly thought of taking the weapon from her.
    Thought and discarded. Somehow this new, harder Hannah didn’t seem like the type who’d react happily to him doing that. And the one thing he’d decided in the last few moments was that, from this point on, her happiness and well-being were his new purposes in life. He’d made the biggest mistake of his existence once in letting her go. He wouldn’t make that error again.
    Judging by his less than warm reception, it might take some convincing to get her to take him back, which was fine with him. He had all the time in the world to give her.
    Damn is it good to be home.

Chapter Four
    Turning to face her sister, Hannah tried to regain an equilibrium that had torn the emotional rug out from under her when Brody appeared in her kitchen.
    And I almost took his head off. She hadn’t been aiming to kill of course, just scare in case the intruder wasn’t evil. She’d missed, and yet, her body still shook.
    What is he doing here? Why is he back after all this time?
    The coward had never contacted her once he’d departed. Pride meant she’d never asked his family if they heard from him. The betrayal of his departure ran deep and had left emotional scars that never completely healed. He’d broken her heart. Left her alone to face the end of the world.
    Left me.
    And I told him to never come back.
    The irony of her last words to him didn’t escape her.
    Of all the eligible men to show up in this new post-apocalyptic world, it had to be him. The one man she’d sworn she’d never forgive, the one who’d broken her heart. He also was the only man she’d ever met who could make her tummy do flip-flops and wet her panties with a single look. Would anyone notice if she excused herself so she could go change?
    How can he still affect me like this? I hate him.
    Hated him, yet couldn’t help lusting after his still perfect body.
    Beth tried to peer around Hannah’s body, which blocked the entrance to the kitchen. “What happened, Hannah? Did you kill him? Are we safe? Are—”
    Hannah held up a hand to cut her off. “Everything’s fine.” No, it isn’t, screamed her heart. “It’s just Brody.” She turned around to face him when she said this and enjoyed the look of consternation on his face as she relegated his status unimportant.
    But while Hannah might want to ignore what his return meant, Beth had no such qualms. With a squeal, her little sister shoved through the doorway and launched herself at him. “Brody,” Beth cried, jumping on him