Chapter 8

When Rose opened the door, she gave Heath a single long look before stating, “You need a drink. Pronto.”

Heath wouldn’t disagree with that assessment. With a short laugh, he nodded and gratefully took the beer Rose handed him. Callie, Rose’s German shepherd, padded after them both before curling up on her dog bed.

“Heath,” Seth said as he stood up from the living room couch. Seth and Rose had moved into a bigger apartment together recently, although Heath had given Rose a bit of a talking-to about living with a man before marrying him. Rose had countered that this wasn’t the nineteenth century and that she and Seth would get married—eventually.

“Seth. Nice to see you.” Heath and Seth had graduated to an amicable relationship when it had once been more heated. Heath had been protective of Rose after everything she’d gone through, while Seth had been falling in love with Rose and struggling to accept that he’d given his entire heart to her.

Seeing Rose now, Heath had to acknowledge t