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Peyton reached for the closest chair. She was lightheaded and knew the color had drained from her face. “What did she say?”
“He told her it wasn’t her time and that we needed her. Especially me. That I needed her to help me with what I’m going through.”
Peyton sat in the chair she’d been holding onto.
“She said something else, Peyton.”
She didn’t want to know. Whatever it was, was too much. She closed her eyes, hoping he wouldn’t go on.
“He told her the family had to accept that you needed me,” he said.
“No, Brodie.”
“How would she know, Peyton?” he pressed.
“Maybe your brothers told her.”
“They were as shocked as I was,” Brodie insisted.
Peyton shook her head. “Then, it was a premonition.”
“My ma was rattled, Peyton. And that wasn’t all. She said he talked to you, too.”
Peyton wanted to put her hands over her ears.
“So he didn’t? You didn’t dream about him talking to you?”
She took a deep breath, trying to decide whether to lie to Brodie or tell him the truth.
“You did. I can see it on your face.”
“Another superpower, Brodie?”
“Don’t give me that, Peyton. Tell me.”
“No.” It was none of his business. And whether she’d dreamed about Kade or not, he hadn’t said a word about Brodie.
He stepped forward and knelt in front of her, reaching up to touch her cheek.
“Don’t,” she said, leaning away.
“Peyton—”
She pushed past him and stood behind the kitchen island. “When we spoke earlier, I told you I don’t want to see you again. I’m sorry if I made you believe there was something more between us. There isn’t. The sex was great; I’ll concede that, but that’s all it was. Sex. I’m confident it wasn’t your first one-night stand, nor will it be the last.”
“That isn’t necessary.”
“It is, Brodie. You’re not listening to me. I don’t want you, not in my bed, not in my house, not in my life. Please leave.”
He grabbed his neck the same way Kade always had. She’d seen him do it so many times before. It meant something was troubling him, and was typically followed by action. With Brodie, it was no different. He strode over to her, as though he was on the attack.
She went around to the other side of the kitchen island. “I said no, Brodie, and I meant it. Do not touch me.”
Those four words did it. Brodie’s eyes darted back and forth and he stepped away. “Peyton, please?—”
“No! How many times do I have to say it?” She went to the front door and held it open.
Brodie approached. “This isn’t over, Peyton. I’ll give you some space, time even, but it isn’t over.”
