Stash stepped up behind me, wearing nothing but a towel around his waist, as he exited the hall bathroom. Oh, yeah.He was very pretty– lean and muscled, like a swimmer. He had stated his shower’s water pressure sucked, so he had used the communal bathroom. He was dang prissy for a hardcore Army guy. Did they even have showers when they were living in the desert fighting bad guys?
Zane answered informatively, “We’ll be back around four o’clock. The day will be mostly educating ourselves with Sensations’ facilities and the procedures for their security details at their main hub and ports. Pretty boring, actually. The next day we’ll get to start meeting the employees at their hub.” His eyes lit up.
Whoa!Zane’s eyes lighting up was a whole lot scarier than one would think.
“Well, you guys have fun tomorrow,” I remarked with false cheer, wanting to get away from those gleaming black orbs. I fumbled with the handle, opening my bedroom door.
…and stopped.
Blinked.
Huh.
“What the hell?” Zane muttered.
“Well, I never thought I’d see that,” Stash mumbled. “Nor did I ever want to.”
“What’s going on in here?” I asked as serenely as I could. When there are two men under the covers in your bed, it makes you wonder. Brent was reading from a paperback and Cole was squinting at his laptop, fingers flying, both sitting up against the headboard, chests bare and blanket covering their lower half. And both looked good enough to lick like an ice-cream cone.
Brent hooked a thumb at Cole before turning a page, not glancing up. “He wouldn’t leave.”
“No. He wouldn’t leave.” Cole tilted his head at Brent and then brought his head closer to the screen before typing again.
Apparently, I didn’t even warrant a fleeting look.While they lay in my bed.
I rubbed my forehead. “Are you friggin’ kiddin’ me?”
Zane’s gravelly chuckle broke out behind me. For someone not prone to laughter, he was doing it an awful lot. I glanced back, glowering at him. He held his hands up in the airand choked, trying to stop. It wasn’t very effective. Stash had disappeared.
Ally sauntered up in her creamy robe. “Why are we all congregating in the hallway?”
Zane pointed inside my room.
I sighed. Life was never simple.
Ally stared, mouth wide. “Oh. I had no idea.”
“We aren’t gay,” Cole explained evenly, fixing the pillows they had placed between them on top of the covers. “This is Ember’s room.”
Crickets. Chirping.
Ally snorted. Snorted some more. Gurgled. She walked away. Her door closed.
It didn’t help.
We could still hear her hysterical laughter ringing through it.
Stash sprinted down the hallway. We watched him, stunned. What the heck had happened to warrant that panicked look? He hadn’t even appeared this worried when masked men aimed guns at his head. I tensed.
“Did they move?” Stash questioned, almost upon us.
“Nope.” Zane’s shoulders still shook.
“Good,” he huffed, breathless. “Move over, Ember.” He pushed me. What a gentleman.
A blinding flash.
Stash jumped up and down, fists pumping the air, and almost lost his towel. I can’t honestly say I wouldn’t have minded.
