Brant's Return by Sheridan Mia

Author:Sheridan, Mia [Sheridan, Mia]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, mobi, epub
Published: 2019-01-05T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Brant

That had gone horribly. Fuck. Worst “proposal” in the history of the world. What was wrong with me when it came to Isabelle? It was like my brain deserted me, and all my base emotions took over, making me look like a total ass.

I rolled over, picking up my cell phone on the bedside table. 7:06 a.m. I sat up, squinting at the window where light shone in at the edges. I stood, making my way to the bathroom, turning on the shower and stepping under the hot spray of the water.

A new day. A new chance to make this right. I was Brant Talbot—I always got what I wanted. I paused, the suds from the shampoo in my hair dripping down my cheek. So why did I feel so out of my element?

Because I cared about Isabelle. I liked her. And I didn’t just want to win her. I wanted her to want me. I leaned a hand against the shower wall, feeling overwhelmed and vulnerable, and like hightailing it away from here for the third time.

I expected more from you.

I needed coffee. Once dried and dressed, I headed toward the kitchen. When I entered the huge room, my father and May were standing as if to head out.

“Brant!” May sung out, clapping her hands together in happiness, her smile beaming. I smiled back and then looked at my father.

“You’re back,” my father noted, no emotion in his tone. And yet I swore something that looked like satisfaction shone in his eyes.

“You don’t miss a thing, do you, Harrison?”

“Oh, I miss plenty. You here to see me off?”

I frowned. “See you off where?”

“Your dad is leaving for a lung treatment this morning,” May said. “I’m going to drive him to Louisville and stay with my cousin for the weekend while he’s there.”

“Breathing treatment?”

“It’ll decrease the pressure your father’s been feeling in his chest. Make him more comfortable they say,” May said, shooting my father a glance that held a measure of sympathy. What she was saying, I guessed, was that this was a treatment that would aid in his comfort, but not in the longevity of his life.

“We’ll be home on Monday,” May went on. “Isabelle will be here. You’ve got the house to yourselves, I guess.”

My heart picked up. “Has Isabelle been down yet?”

“Isabelle’s surely been up for hours. The girl rises before the sun. Probably out riding.”

“Where does she go?”

“Oh, all over,” May answered.

I frowned, not liking the idea of Isabelle out galloping through the pastures by herself. What if the horse fell? What if she got injured? Hell, the woman didn’t even carry a cell phone.

When I looked at my father I realized he was watching me closely, a small knowing smile on his lips that made me feel defensive for some unknown reason. “You were wrong about Isabelle, you know. She doesn’t expect a damn thing from me.”

“Do you want her to?”

A resounding yes echoed through my mind. “Maybe,” I replied.

He regarded me for a heartbeat.

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