“Make it make sense,” she grumbled as she attempted to heave him up again. She was trying to hurry, knowing that someone was at her door.
But her foot hit a puddle of water and she flew backward. She managed to grab onto the towel holder to ease her fall so instead of ending up on her back, she slid onto her ass.
“Ow.” Tears filled her eyes as she tried to gather her composure.
Suddenly, Kellan and Eli were there. Where had they appeared from?
“What happened? Are you all right?” Eli asked worriedly. “Have you hurt yourself?”
“I’m . . . I’m fine.” Her body was. But her embarrassment was building. She was dressed in just a pair of shorts and a white singlet.
And no bra.
With a gasp, she covered her chest with her arm. “What are you doing in here?”
“Eli heard this awful noise and wanted to break down the door. He thought you were being murdered,” Kellan said calmly.
“I tried knocking,” Eli said. “And I called you. You answered the phone but then you never replied to me.”
“Um, sorry. I was dealing with Horse. He didn’t like being bathed. But he also won’t get out of the tub.”
“It was Horse making all that noise?” Eli asked as he helped her up, holding her steady.
Warmth zinged across her skin, making her feel slightly light-headed.
It’s just because you’re tired.
Yep. That was all it was. It had nothing to do with liking his touch.
Nope.
“Yeah. I’m so sorry he woke you up,” she apologized as she glanced around for a robe or something.
Horse was still sitting in the bath, staring at them forlornly. Once she’d washed him, she’d realized that the majority of the brown was actually dirt and he had mostly white fur with just a brown patch over one eye and on his back.
Why didn’t she have anything to put on?
“I’m just going to go get some more clothes,” she said, moving toward the bathroom door.
But Horse let out another god-awful wail and she froze.
Darn it.
She had to get him out first.
“Thanks for checking on me,” she said, her arm still across her breasts. “I’m fine and so is Horse. You guys should go back to bed.”
“We’ll help you,” Eli stated.
“Oh, you really don’t have to. I’m not sure he’d like that.”
But Eli had already whipped off his sweater. He wore a black singlet underneath that showcased his very impressive biceps.
Holy yumminess.
Arabella knew she was staring but she couldn’t seem to stop herself. How could he be that muscular? And tanned?
And sexy?
