Connor nods solemnly, like this makes perfect sense.
Ford looks dead inside.
Gram bustles toward me and wraps the blanket around my shoulders before I can protest.
“There,” she says proudly. “Now you look emotionally fortified.”
I don’t even know what that means.
Then Connor squints at Daltyn. “Wait.”
Daltyn looks suspicious.
Connor points accusingly. “Did she sleep in your bed?”
Silence.
Daltyn drags a hand down his face. “That’s none of your business.”
Connor’s jaw drops.
Gram clutches her chest.
Ford whispers, “Dear God.”
“It wasn’t like that,” I blurt out. “He slept in mine.”
Daltyn’s head slowly turns toward me.
I realize my mistake immediately.
Connor looks moments away from cardiac arrest. “Oh my God,” he whispers. “I knew it. Ford, you owe me a hundred bucks.”
“We’re not—” I start.
“I gave her my shirt because of the nightmare,” Daltyn says flatly.
“I’ll bet you did.” Connor grins. “You were cuddling in her bed, weren’t you?” He wiggles his brows. “Was this after some hot sex?”
“I’m jumping off the balcony,” I announce.
“T’ll join you,” Ford says tiredly.
Gram wipes fake tears from her eyes. “This is the most beautiful morning of my life.”
Daltyn looks genuinely murderous now.
Unfortunately, that only encourages Connor.
“Brother,” he says emotionally. “You’re basically a Hallmark movie with anger issues.”
“We didn’t have sex,” Daltyn hisses, clearly losing his patience.
“He’s right. We didn’t.”
Gram peers at me, and my face burns when I see the twinkle in her eyes. “No... but something happened.”
“Nothing happened.” I take a step back, bumping into the sectional. “Really. Other than I accidentally grabbed his cock.”
