I almost grabbed the comforter from the bed to wrap around my body, ready to slip away into the hidden part of invisibility I preferred.
The role I’d been forced to play shifted last night, and I didn’t know if I’d ever find that middle ground again.
If the other detectives found out what I’d done, I’d never earn any respect.
Was that even possible considering how they already felt about me?
Bishop stood when Ash poked him in the ribs.
He stretched both arms over his head.
The move put his beautiful body on full display.
The taut lines of his abdomen lengthened, the scars on his arm standing out against the warm light.
He caught me staring and winked. “But if you ever want to be looked over, I’m right here.”
Bishop, Rafe, and Ash showed me what it was like to be desired.
Even as I took a step away from the bed, I felt their eyes on me.
Their desire thickened the air in the room, squeezing my lungs and tempting me to crawl back into bed to start all over again.
Instead, I headed toward the door. “I’m going to get my clothes.”
“I’ll help.” Ash rolled to his feet with far too much grace for the early morning.
His smile beamed, and he flicked his tongue against his teeth.
He did that a lot when he didn’t have anything in his mouth.
I’d come to realize just how deep his oral fixation went last night.
He couldn’t keep his mouth off me.
Heat lingered in my belly and threatened to carry me into that land of oblivion where all that mattered was the magic the four of us created together.
I opened the door and stepped into the hallway.
“I’m fine.” I tried not to think about them watching me walk away and kept my head high.
The front windowpanes rattled when I reached the front room.
Snow pelted the glass the same as it had since it first started snowing.
Drifts had built up along the lower edge of the window, and the entire world outside blurred in shades of white.
The lights we’d left on last night flickered and went out.
I shivered and buffed my arms.
“Here.” Ash draped a blanket over my shoulders. “I would have brought your clothes to you.”
Light bloomed over the pool table as the electricity surged.
The hum of electricity raised the hair on my arms.
Or maybe it was the way Ash looked at me like I was something worth treasuring, someone worth loving.
