understand what had kept their friendship together for so long. Especially the past few months. Brody had to know about Cade’s addiction. From the way Cade talked sometimes, it almost sounded as if he were jealous of his best friend and boss.
In those last few weeks before his death, Cade had treated Brody and everyone around him with reckless disregard. No one other than Reyna knew the whole truth behind Cade’s behavior until after the accident, although Brody clearly suspected something from the few comments he’d made since that time.
Brody probably knew Cade better than anyone. Definitely better than Cade’s own father, who refused to see his son’s destructive behavior for what it was.
While Reyna might not be willing to admit the truth to Jenna, she was closer to Brody than she’d been to her own husband. Far closer than she had ever expected, considering Brody’s relationship with Cade. Closer than she had a right to be.
Of course, Brody’s concern for her was all due to some misplaced loyalty he felt toward Cade. That and perhaps the circumstances surrounding Cade’s death.
That was where Brody’s interest in her began and ended.
In the weeks since Cade’s death, Brody had treated her with a gentle respect, but there was always a certain amount of distance in his behavior. Their relationship could be neatly summed up in one little word. Friendship. With the exception of the night of Cade’s funeral, when they’d both been emotionally drained from the event and things had gotten out of hand. It would have been so easy. Thank God, Brody had been strong enough for the both of them, even if she hadn’t exactly felt thrilled about it at the time. It was probably for the best because she was never going down that road again. Never again. Not for anyone. As far as she was concerned, she’d find herself a nice little puppy and leave it at that.
Once, Brody had talked her into having dinner with him just to get her out of the apartment for a while. That evening could not have been a bigger disaster and one Reyna was determined never to repeat again. It was just too awkward being out with Brody and trying to pretend she wasn’t attracted to him. She was aware of every little thing about him. She was supposed to be a widow in mourning for crying out loud. Brody, however drop- dead gorgeous he was, had been her husband’s best friend, which meant, off limits.
Even if he weren’t her husband’s best friend, Brody was way out of her league. He traveled in a world she’d only caught glimpses. The ultra-rich social world of Denver’s elite.
Brody was probably their poster boy. The all-American success story. A good-looking, middle class guy—tall, dark and extremely handsome with the most amazing blue eyes Reyna had even seen—Brody had moved to Denver after graduating from a first class university and made it to the top of the corporate world in just five years. Brody’s company, Samuels Advertising had just been named one of the hottest firms in all of Denver.
Normally, someone like Brody wouldn’t even give her a second glance. She’d never even heard of most of the places he frequented. Growing up in Silverton, Colorado with her grandmother had been light years away from the fast-paced life of Denver. She and Brody had nothing in common. Well, besides Cade.
Often, she’d found herself wondering what Cade had told Brody about their marriage.
She couldn’t talk about her marriage. Not with Brody. Every single time Brody brought the subject back to Cade, Reyna found all of her old frustrations, and fears resurface. She’d been such a disappointment to Cade. He’d certainly