The Home Wrecker (The Goode Brothers, #2)

by Sara Cate

It’s so, so wrong. Like being doused in cold water, I gasp. Just then, the elevator chimes, and the doors open. I lift my hands from behind my back and shove Dean to the side so I can rush out of the elevator. When I reach the open air at the top of the parking garage, I suck in a breath as if I’ve been underwater this entire time. “What am I doing?” I shout to myself as I pace the open space. “Briar,” he calls toward me, but my mind is not open to listening at the moment. It’s too caught up in passion and conflict. “I love my husband,” I argue. “I’m not stuck in some loveless marriage.” “I didn’t say you were,” he says. “Then…what are we doing? Why did we do that?” I’m practically screaming, clearly hysterical from that heated moment. Meanwhile, Dean is as cool as a cucumber, strolling toward his car with his hands in his pockets. “This isn’t a game, Dean!” I shout toward him. When he spins toward me, he’s wearing a twisted expression of frustration. “What do you want me to say, Briar? That I’m sorry? Because I’m not.” “You can’t just…kiss married women, Dean.” “I just did,” he replies smugly. “And don’t tell me you didn’t want it.” “I—” This isn’t fair. My body wanted something my heart didn’t. Or did it? My heart wants Dean, too. Sweet, dominant, compassionate Dean. But wanting and having are two different things, and if loving Caleb is my crime, then not having Dean is my punishment.