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Always an early riser, Brooke was up and dressed by seven.

After finding Trent’s note from under her door, telling her to come to the Quinns’ kitchen for breakfast, she realized she was anxious to see him again. Of course, it was only to find out if he’d heard from Rory. Maybe the family was coming home today. Maybe she’d be meeting them in a few hours.

She drove the short distance up the driveway to the house and parked her car. She hated imposing on Trent Landry again, but he was her only connection to the Quinns.

“Come in,” the familiar voice called.

Once inside, she immediately smelled bacon cooking and her stomach growled in anticipation.

Standing at the stove, Trent was dressed in faded jeans and a snug black T-shirt. Oh, boy. The man was handsome, maybe not in a traditional way, but definitely in a rugged cowboy way. If you liked the cowboy type.

He tossed her a half smile. “Good morning.”

Her insides fluttered. “Morning.”

“Coffee’s on the counter.” He nodded toward the large coffeemaker.

“Oh, thank you.” Maybe the caffeine would bring her to her senses.