"Dibs on the couch," Danny called as he came downstairs and grabbed a beer. He proceeded to said couch and sank down near the armrest, then patted the spot next to him.

Carissa curled up against his side, feet tucked beneath her, and Danny wrapped his arm around her. Bradley plopped down on the other end of the couch and kicked his feet up on the coffee table, ankles crossed.

Her heart pounded at his close proximity, and she had no idea how she was supposed to ...