It took Brooke a moment to snap out of her reverie, remembering Alexander's lips brushing against her clavicle, his hands expertly...

Rachel's standing there, sweetie.

She shook her head again.

"Sorry," she said with a bashful smile. "I was...lost in thought." She stood up and smoothed down her skirt. "What...why are you...?" Brooke tilted her head slightly. Was Rachel confused? Brooke wasn't sure. It sort of felt as though she might be, but Rachel was also good at completely masking her emotions.

"What's going on, Rachel?"