“I didn’t,” Eli said.
Oh God.
When had he come in? Why hadn’t she heard him?
Suddenly, she realized she was still naked.
And the last time someone had seen her naked circulated in her head. Deep down, she knew that they would never exploit her. Never laugh at her or make fun of her.
But for some reason she just couldn’t bring herself back under control.
“Shit,” Eli said. “Kellan, she’s panicking.”
“I’ve got her.”
Suddenly, he drew something over her head and then she found herself wearing Kellan’s shirt. He turned off the water and grasped hold of her face between his hands. “Are you all right?”
Arabella took a deep breath in and let it out slowly. “I’m fine. I just might have to . . . ease into you guys seeing me naked. I know you won’t hurt me or take photos of me or make fun of me.”
“Never,” Eli said, climbing into the shower as well. Fully dressed. This hotel really had big showers. Made her wonderwhat other people who stayed here got up to. “We will never do anything like that.”
“And I’d kill anyone who did that to you,” Kellan growled.
Her unease started to disappear. “I know. I’m sorry.”
Eli turned her to face him. “You have nothing to be sorry about. Okay? We should have been more mindful of your fears. Not pushing you into this so quickly. Come on, let’s get her out of here,” he said to Kellan.
“She’s got to finish washing her hair.”
“All right, we can help with that,” Eli said.
“Has she got a concussion?” Kellan demanded, staring over at Eli.
“No. I don’t think so. Has she been acting off?” Eli asked.
“Hmm. She just told me that I had a big dick, which isn’t that strange since I do. But then she tried to blame her outburst on hitting her head.”
“Strange,” Eli drawled. “I wonder why she’d do that. I suppose she’s also trying to blame her decision to get out of bed and into the shower on the bump to her head?”
“Uh-huh. Yep. It’s making me forgetful.” She nodded.
“Then we better get you to the doctor. Right now. Let’s go,” Eli said.
Shoot! What was she doing? She wasn’t a liar. She wasn’t her father.
“Fine!” she cried. “It wasn’t my head. It was me. All me. I wanted a shower even though I knew you wanted me to stay in bed. I thought you were just being overprotective and I could get in and out before you returned because I didn’t want to stink. And then Kellan appeared with just his boxers on and I saw the size of his . . . of his cock.”
Really?
She couldn’t say ‘cock’ without blushing? What the heck was wrong with her? She really had to get over this.
After all, she was in the shower with a half-naked man and his brother was watching.
And that was not a situation she ever thought she’d find herself in.
Yikes.
And now she was trying to blame this situation and her sudden verbal diarrhea on a tiny bump to her head?
