Free His Favorite Mistake (Baby Its Cold Out) by Mary Eason

affairs.
                  Brody didn’t want to believe Cade’s accusations about her sexual experience or the drugs. Nothing about what he believed her to be fit with Cade’s description of his wife.
                  “It’s late, Brody, and I’m tired. I think I should go to bed now.” She didn’t look at him again. She all but edged past him, careful not to touch him and he let her go without trying to stop her.
                  Reyna left him standing alone silently cursing his foolish tongue. Wishing he could take back the words that had taken her away from him, and wondering once again what dark secret she kept securely hidden away from him.
     
    Chapter Six
                 
                 
    It was becoming harder with each passing day for Reyna to remember Brody was just her friend. It was almost frightening how easy she had adjusted to living with him. She actually looked forward to spending each evening alone with Brody. In the past, she’d dreaded Cade’s return on the occasions when he did choose to come home.
                  Over the past week, since she had moved into Brody’s house, they had spent every evening together, either making dinner together or ordering in.
                  She found herself wondering a thousand times why someone so devastatingly attractive, so kind and caring had survived so long unattached.
                  Brody would be someone’s perfect match. Someone’s best friend. He was everything any woman would want in a man. Strong and determined, yet tender and so caring.
                  Reyna sometimes wondered if he were waiting until she was settled into her new life before resuming his normal routine. Of course, she knew it was only a matter of time before he started seeing other women again. Why did the thought of him with another woman, holding her, making love with her always fill Reyna with such despair that she wanted to cry?
                  Reyna put down the book she had been trying to read and removed the small black-framed glasses she wore for reading. She switched on the TV, trying once again to concentrate on the old movie she had been trying to get through. It was one of those old Alfred Hitchcock thrillers. One of her favorites, but for some reason, she just couldn’t concentrate on it.
                  Brody called earlier in the evening to let her know his meeting was running late and he wouldn’t be home until much later. He told her that he would be grabbing some take-out for them on the way home.
                  Reyna couldn’t remember the last time someone had actually considered her feelings enough to call her and let her when he was running late. She found it both comforting and just a little unnerving as well.
                  She was staring at the TV without really paying attention when she heard his key in the door and her heart began the all too familiar frantic beat. She forced herself not to go to him. She didn’t want to feel this much happiness simply by his presence.
                  Absently, Reyna put the glasses back on, somehow feeling as if they gave her a barrier to hide her feelings from him.
                  “Hi there.” She turned to see him standing in the doorway watching her. As always, Brody looked devastatingly handsome, making her wish… Reyna shook her head killing that train of thought before it could take life.
                  “Hi there.” She wondered if he too felt the same awkwardness she did each time, they saw each other again. Reyna looked at him fully for the first time. He looked tired. Exhaustion clung to his eyes.
                  “You look tired. Are you okay?” Reyna heard her voice, it sounded so breathless. Her heart went out to him.
                  “I’m fine. Don’t worry. Come on, baby,