“Yeah,” Chad said, his gaze locked on hers.
“Yeah,” she echoed, softer.
Luc caught it—the way neither of them blinked, how the air seemed to hum between them. Chad, his brother the Casanova,looked . . . unsettled. Interested, sure, but in a way Luc couldn’t remember ever seeing.
Luc glanced back at him, noting the way his brother’s attention never drifted from the woman. She met his gaze in turn, and something passed between them—unspoken, charged, impossible to miss.
Luc didn’t know what history they shared, but the look on Chad’s face told him one thing: whatever it was, it wasn’t over. And since when did his brother feel anything for anybody?
He cleared his throat, sliding an arm around Dahlia. “Guess Blaze Haven just got a little more interesting.”
Cookie grazed in the field, the last light of dusk catching on her mane.
Dahlia turned to him, eyes soft, voice low enough to break something open inside him.
“You made it home, Marine,” she said. “And you finally fought your way . . . back to me.”
Luc didn’t answer. He just pulled her closer, the silence saying everything that words never could.
