The three of them stared at Brodie like they were wondering if she’d drugged and tied him to her bed.

“What?” Brodie snapped.

“Nothing.” Fin gave the others a push. “Let’s go.”

Will lingered, his gaze shifting from Brodie to her and then back to his brother. She was probably reading into it, but she could’ve sworn the message in his eyes said, You know what you’re doing here?

She definitely didn’t miss Brodie’s answering look. None of your business. Get out.

Once they were alone, Brodie jammed his hands through his hair. “Sorry about that.”

“It’s fine. I was as surprised as they were to find you in my bed.”

Color rushed to his cheeks. “I missed you.”

“You did?” Three simple words poured salve into the open wound he’d carved last night. “You were so cold after…when you came back from the bathroom. I guess now I know for sure I’m not the hookup type. I tried really hard to keep it fun, to not let myself get emotionally involved, but I can’t. It’s just not for me.”

“Rosie?” He looked down at his hands, obviously conflicted. “I just want you to be happy. And if you want to have some fun with me, then I’ll do it. But I…” He swallowed, his Adam’s apple jumping. He turned toward her, grabbing her hand. “I want to be with you.”

His gruffly whispered words made her heart soar. With that permission, she threw herself into his arms, swinging a leg over his thighs and straddling his lap. “We’re in big trouble, aren’t we?”

“Yeah, princess, looks like we are.”

The Bowies lived in a massive stone, wood, and glass masterpiece of a home that blended in with the surrounding meadow and sat against the dramatic backdrop of the Teton Mountain Range.

“You grew up here?” Rosalina asked.

Expressionless behind the mirrored sunglasses, he said, “Sure did.”

“It’s magnificent.” As they pulled into the circular driveway, she smoothed the skirt of her sundress. Dropping the sun visor, she did a quick check of her lipstick and hair.

The moment Brodie came to a stop, he shifted into park and placed his hand on her knee.

“Hey. You’re Rosie here, okay? You can just be yourself, and they’re going to love you.”

She relaxed into his touch. “You read me so well.”

“It’s in your posture.” He tilted his chin and affected the regal air of a queen.

She swatted him. “I do not look like that.”

“Yeah, you do. You definitely have two modes. Princess and Rosie. Personally, I like Rosie, because she puts out.”

She laughed. It seemed impossible and unfair that she’d meet a man like Brodie but only get to have him for a few weeks.