What Dean thinks
Going home wasn't easy. I like being alone. I really do. But I couldn't help seeing the desperation in my sister's letter, woven between the lines, subtle, but still there.
Maybe it was my friggin imagination, brought on by too many knocks on the head. Still, that note left me numb, undecided. Torn. Anxious.
And damn it, as hopeful as Cam claimed to be.
Going home won't change anything, not really. I'll make sure my sisters know that. After all, beyond blood, we have nothing in common any more. And when it comes right down to it, blood didn't count for much.
If it had, we would have been raised together instead of on opposite sides of the country.
If it mattered at all, one of my sisters would have contacted me before now.
Yet here I stand, on the outside still, but ready to step in.
Damn, it feels funny to be "home."
Some things haven't changed; others have changed irrevocably. It was enough to make a man second-guess himself and his choices. It was enough to make my guts feel like lead and my throat too tight to breathe.
Only Eve, my sister's best friend, makes it easier. Eve is hot. Open. Defensive of my sisters and not in the least intimidated by me.
She brings out my predatory instincts, and those are feelings I understand. Lust. The love of the chase. Carnal excitement.
Eve sparks them all.
After twenty years apart, visiting with my sisters alone would be awkward. Having Eve around blunts the impact.
So I plan to have her around a lot.
And I have to tell you, if nothing else makes coming home worthwhile, Eve does.
For Eve, I just might decide to stay.