Chapter Forty-Four

Brooklyn blushed to the roots of her hair. No, it couldn’t be true. She hadn’t dreamed of Nikolas last night. He was just teasing her. “I was not. Maybe you were the one, dreaming!” She whispered breathlessly, his face was too near to even breathe.

Nikolas was a little taken aback by her answer but he composed himself quickly and thought about her retort. “Hmm, I always do,” he said as a slow smile spread over his face and he left her and went around to the driver’s seat. Brooklyn was dazed by his answer. What did he mean by that? Did he mean to say that he always dreamed or he always dreamed of her? 

Nikolas started his car with a smug expression on his face, his body alive with a strange sense of excitement. Just the presence of her beside him was enough to kindle a fire that had been lying dormant inside him for