I mean, I would.
“No fair. I wanna see.” Evan pouted.
A powerful wave of irritation came through the bond from Brennan.
“Someone pissed in Bren’s bourbon,” Evan muttered.
“He probably ran into the Queen Mum at the concert.” I continued to hold Evan.
“I hope Grace punched someone in the tits.” He pressed his head to mine.
The bathroom door flew open as the scent of annoyed pine hit me. Brennan marched in, holding Grace in his arms, both fully dressed. Grace even still had her high heels on.
“See, they’re fine,” Brennan told her gently as he opened the clear glass door of the shower. “Look.” His gaze shifted to us, blue eyes filled with irritation. “Evan, come here and turn around so that she can see all of you.”
What the what? I didn’t care if Grace saw me naked–it was what was happening.
Whatwashappening?
“Yeah, okay?” Confused, Evan came to the edge of the giant shower and spun around in front of the open door.
“See. He’s just fine.” Brennan continued to hold her. “Do you need to touch him?”
Grace nodded and reached out and patted Evan’s ass, her hand trailed up his back, getting a little wet from the spray.
“Evan, are you okay?” She bit her lower lip.
“Yeah, I’m delightful.” He leaned in and gave her a wet kiss. “The concert was nice? I’ve heard Kari play before. She’s good.”
“It was. After I even got to play a little with Kari, until fucking Caroline showed up. Don’t worry, I didn’t punch anyone in the tits. Um, Jett, are you okay?” She peered around Evan.
Brennan made thespin aroundsign with his hand. I turned around.
“Can I touch?” Her voice grew small.
“You can touch my ass anytime, Babydoll.” I got close to her.
Her manicured hand patted it, and her hand moved up my back, her fingers tracing my tattoos. She looked to Brennan. “You were right. They’re okay. Sorry. I…”
“Don’tapologize. You didn’t know, and you were worried.” He shot us another irritated look.
Her text.Is everything okay?Oh fuck.
“Come on, Grace. We’ll let them finish up. I’ll talk to them later.” He carried her out of the bathroom.
Evan closed the shower door and blinked. “Why do I feel like I’m in trouble?”
“Did you tell Grace about tonight?” I held him, feeling his confusion through the bond.
“Yep, I told her that we were havingquality alone time.Oh, I didn’t tamp down the bonds. Wes doesn’t care, and well, I’m still getting used to her and how the bond is different with her. Shit.” His look became stricken.
“Did you explain to her whatquality alone timemeans?” I gave him a squeeze. It was an honest mistake. But I also understood Brennan’s annoyance.
Did she freak out at the concert?
“Oh.Fuck.She kept reaching out to me through the bond, so I thought nothing of it.” Evan frowned, scent souring. “Shit. I… I fucked up.”
“It’s okay–and she’ll be okay. Why don’t we make her some hot chocolate, too, and she can watch the movie with us? Bren carrying her around like a stuffed animal probably means that she needs some extra reassurance.” I brought Evan to me and gave him a squeeze.
