Whoa! Way too close for comfort. Breathless, she found herself tangled helplessly in his warm gaze. Then he stepped back and she could breath again.

"You hungry yet?"

They headed back toward the cabin and Hannah nodded. "Starving."

"Let’s go get some lunch. What’re our choices?"

"We have several, actually. I’ve got brochures at the cabin."

"Okay." He grinned, suddenly looking like a little boy planning a raid on the cookie jar. "I’ve had you all morning. Give me a few more hours, and the lowlife will have missed out on the whole day."

"Brock!" Hannah laughed, but swung around to face him, walking backwards. "This is Davey’s father you’re talking about."

He stopped dead still, and his gray eyes took on an icy glitter. Hannah gasped, shocked and a bit frightened as strong fingers gripped both of her arms in a steel grasp.

"Any man can father a child," His lips whitened, and she shrank from his sudden hot anger. "That’s the easy part. Davey’s a great kid, but you’ve done that all by yourself – no thanks to the scum who fathered him." His eyes were icy steel. "I’m giving you fair warning, Hannah. I will do everything in my power to keep you away from him. He took something fine and…." His voice broke, and he cleared his throat. Awed, Hannah watched the ice in his gray eyes melt, softening his entire visage. He ran a finger down her cheek in a feather touch that sent an electric current through her entire body. "Something pure, and treated it like a cheap toy he could play with and toss away."

Hannah was unable to think of a single appropriate response. It didn’t matter, though, because Brock hadn’t finished. His lips twisted in disdain, and he lifted his chin determinedly.

"He won’t get you back that easily!"

Stepping around her, he stalked off toward Curry Village, leaving Hannah to stare after him in shocked reaction. Finally she followed, making no attempt to keep up as she struggled to make sense of her own thoughts. Why this possessive behavior from Brock? He had yet to remember a thing about their relationship. A sudden possibility filled her heart with dangerous hope. Maybe … just maybe... he was falling in love with her again.