I crawled under the sheets and sighed as the coolness of the pillowcase connected with my cheek.
“I’ll be back to check on you in a bit.”
“’K,” I whispered, and passed out.
Booker
ELLIOT HARRIS ARRIVED at five o’clock, his countenance guarded, but not rude, and I ushered him into the great room. “Can I get you a beer?”
“I’d actually like to see my sister,” he said.
“Let me see if she’s awake.”
“I want to see her even if she isn’t.”
I nodded. “Follow me.”
I led Elliot down the hall to the master bedroom and slid the door open partially. Dani was lying on her back, her hair had come loose from the tie and fanned out over her face, and she was naked from the waist up.
“Give me a sec,” I said, and stepped into the room, pulling the covers back up her body.
She groaned and tried to push them down again.
“Dani, your brother’s here. He wants to see you.”
“Go away,” she grumbled.
I slid her hair from her face. “Baby, Elliot’s here.”
She sat up so quickly, she nearly collided with me. “Ell?”
“I’m here, Dani,” Elliot called through the door.
“Don’t come in. I’m naked.”
I shook my head.
