“Brooklyn,”

Eric tried to suppress the tension in his voice, but his eyes conveyed his anger.

“What took you so long?” he scanned his eyes at her, his eyebrows furrowing when he saw how disorganized she looked. “And why are you dressed like this?”

She forced the lump down her throat, batting her eyelashes nervously while averting her gaze.

Her dress zipper was ruined from the force Xander had used, and her hair… was a different style from the one he'd expected.

“I… ...