Love Brewing (Love Brothers #3) Read Online Free

tightened.
    “Relax.” Diana’s familiar hands took his, easing them open.
    Her lips brushed his cheek, just a friendly peck. But somehow, he felt better.
    Her cool fingers touched his cheeks. He leaned into her ever so slightly. When
    he met her gaze, the compulsion to kiss her, hard, to take her upstairs and
    lose himself in her, very nearly overwhelmed him.
    “There.” She gave him two extra-sharp smacks on the face.
    “That’s better. No reason to get uptight. Go on and make it right with your
    folks. They deserve at least to know you’re all right.” She turned without
    another word and began chopping tomatoes with a vengeance.
    Dom spotted his Harley in the gravel driveway. His brother
    had driven it here once he’d figured out Dom’s hidey-hole, trading for the car
    Dom had appropriated from the church parking lot.
    The sun sent a prism of light across the living room floor
    through one of the leaded glass windows. He focused on it, his pulse racing at
    the concept he had to confront it—the demon that had chased him, tormented him
    almost his entire life, at least since he could give it a name. “You don’t
    know…. It’s not what you think.”
    “What I think is you owe Mama and Daddy an
    explanation for your behavior. Period,” Mister Perfect Brother stated.
    Dom glanced over at the woman he’d loved and left at least
    twice out of pure terror at the force of his feelings for her. She kept her
    back to him, working away in her ratty shorts and a ripped T-shirt, as
    devastating as ever.
    He gulped. “I’m…um, bi.”
    She blew out a breath, turned to face him and smiled. Then
    laughed. “Oh, honey,” she managed after a few seconds. “Honestly, it doesn’t
    surprise me. Remember, I’ve known you a long time.”
    Dom frowned, wondering what she could mean. Until he’d med
    Kent, he’d never actually been with a man, and that had been on some kind of
    self-destructive personal bet. “Well, anyway….”
    She wiped her palms on her shorts. “You need to talk to your
    folks. At least clue them in, let them know you’re not suicidal. You’re just….”
    She stopped. Her eyes darkened. “In love, I guess.” She bit her lip. “Lucky
    guy,” she whispered, not dropping her gaze from his.
    Kieran cleared his throat. Dominic opened his mouth to
    answer, but the words he wanted to say simply would not materialize. He and
    Diana gazed at each other across the kitchen a few seconds until Dom gave a
    mental shake. The Diana Brantley mix of perfection-and-frustration ship had
    sailed away from him long ago. He’d christened the maiden voyage, damn him to
    hell and back anyway. “I’ll take the bike,” he muttered, shouldering past
    Kieran and out into the bright sunlight.
     
    Then
    Diana stretched under the covers and relished the extra few
    minutes dozing before her alarm clock sounded. The winter-weak sun lit her
    high-ceilinged bedroom with its light-blue walls and curtains enough to remind
    her she’d lain about way longer than she should have. One of the two dogs that
    had adopted her bed as its own lifted his head as she sat, taking inventory of
    her various sore muscles from the previous day.
    Rising early for a winter morning hunt always excited her.
    The fact that she’d finally convinced Dominic to come with her had been a
    bonus, but not as much as dropping that huge buck. She rolled her shoulders
    with a groan, realizing that the five hours of sleep she’d managed would have
    to do. The venison had to be readied for curing. She wanted to try a new recipe
    for the jerky, something a lot spicier.
    Head full of ideas, she barely noticed the strange sound
    floating down the hall from her sister’s room. She took a fast shower, wrapped
    up in a towel and brushed her teeth. As she padded to her room, already
    planning the work ahead on the various parts of the deer, she heard it again.
    She froze in her tracks, about a foot past Jen’s closed door.
    “Oh…oh…oh….” her