Brandy’s POV
I stand in my hallway, arms wrapped around myself, watching mutely as the huge hockey player steps inside my home. I have no idea why he is here, why did he come back?
Kane strides confidently through my home, past the couch where my blanket and hot water bottle are thrown messily to the side. I can feel his gaze sweeping over the disarray and I curl in on myself a little more. I usually keep my home pristine, but with how crummy I’m feeling and the fact I thought I was now by myself for the night, I didn’t think a little mess was that big of a deal.
He disappears into my kitchen, shopping bags swinging from one hand, seemingly weightless, with the ease in which he carries them.
I shift from foot to foot in the doorway of the living room, not sure whether to follow him or
