Eli shot her a look. “I didn’t say he was. But whatever just came out of him was next level. I don’t even know if I can wash the stench from my clothes. I might have to burn them.”
She rolled her eyes. “That seems dramatic.”
He sniffed at himself. “It’s not. It’s definitely seeping into my clothes. I might need to shave my hair too.”
Dear Lord.
Although it would be a shame to shave that gorgeous brown hair. It looked thick and had a slight wave.
“Did you say you were an FBI agent or a drama queen?”
“Ouch. That hurts.” He clutched at his chest.
“No, it doesn’t,” she muttered.
Why was she having such trouble looking at him? She’d met a lot of beautiful people. Gorgeous men. Yet these two men sent waves of arousal through her. She wanted to throw herself at him.
What was wrong with her? She’d never had this sort of reaction to anyone.
And now she was having it to this bossy, demanding guy?
And his terrifying, colder brother.
“Why aren’t you driving . . . ?” There was a pointed pause as he seemed to wait for something from her.
Shoot. Her name.
“Arabella,” she replied, deliberately not giving him her last name. She didn’t need the attention of being Hank Bridges’ daughter.
A shiver raced through her.
“Hey, Arabella? You okay?”
She startled. Shit. How had she forgotten that she was in a car with a stranger.
“Is Kellan your brother?” she blurted out, trying to distract him. He had to be. They looked so familiar.
She didn’t want him to ask her what she was thinking about.
“Yeah.”
“Twins?”
“Nope. We’re eighteen months apart. Are you going to drive?”
“What? Oh, right. Yeah.” Embarrassment filled her as she started the car up and backed out. “Where did he go?”
“He’ll run back to the hotel.”
“You’re staying there?” she asked.
“Yep. Going to need you to find the name of that rental agent.”
“Why?” she asked suspiciously.
“Because I’m going to call her.”
Yeah. She wasn’t giving him that information. Not happening. But she also wouldn’t tell him that. Arabella knew all about how to keep people happy. About saying what they wanted to hear . . . then doing what had to be done.
