Wait, that voice wasfamiliar.
As my knees started tobuckle, I felt someone catch me.
Someone… Gray-shaped.
Thankfully, the rest of mybody seemed to recognize him, too, and the panic eased back just enough for meto clear my head.
It took me a few seconds torealize I was pressed up against his chest, getting his t-shirt all wet. Afterthat, it took me another few seconds to remember that I was still naked.
I looked down.
Yep. Definitely still naked.
Luckily, not actuallyphysically reacting to being this close to Gray just yet. If Ihadbeen,I might have dropped dead of embarrassment.
That would probably haveupset Gray, so I didn’t want to do it if at all avoidable.
“Umm,” I finally managed. “Ithought you were a murderer.”
Gray snorted, taking a stepaway from me but keeping his broad hands on my shoulders, apparently stillworried that I was about to topple over.
I wasn’t sure Iwouldn’t, so I wasgrateful for the support, even if I would have beenmoregrateful for arobe right about now.
Gray hadn’t actually seenme naked before. I liked to ease people into that, since it was usually the bigdealbreaker.
I was the kind of person whopeople described politely asbony.
But Gray wasn’t even lookingat the rest of me. He was still looking into my eyes, as though he could readthere whether or not I’d be able to hold my own weight if he let go.
Obviously, whatever he saw,it didn’tfill him with confidence.
“I didn’t think you’d leaveyour door open like that,” he said softly. “Gave me a scare.”
“The door wasopen?” I asked,suddenly all the way back in the real world.
“Well, it wasn’t locked. Notproperly, anyway. I knocked a couple of times and called out to you, gave itmaybe thirty seconds, and then got worried and automatically tried the handle.It just… opened.”
Shit.
I wouldn’t have left itunlocked, would I?
No, I couldn’t have, itlocked automatically. So…
“Locks break,” Gray said, asthough he’d read my mind. “Orare broken.”
Yeah. Theare brokenoption was the one I was suddenly afraid of. What if that was the knocking I’d heard? Someonetrying to bypass the electronic lock.
There had to be ways. I’d never thoughtto look it up—there was a doorman, after all, which as far as I was concernedwas the real security.
Considering the events ofthe past few weeks, maybe that was a stupid way to think of things.
“Okay,” Gray said, finallyletting go of my shoulders, but poised to swoop back in if I needed him.
Ididneed him, forlots of reasons, but I could just about stand on my own two feet now.
“Well, first things first,you’re okay. Right? You are okay?”
“Little shaken?” I admittedcautiously. Half of me wanted Gray to think I needed another hug, the otherhalf wanted to be wearingsomeclothes, at least.
