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“Not going to argue with you there. That was TMI,” another brother said. “Look, I got off an overnight on-call shift and flew up here. I need a shower, then some golf. A hike. Something outside since I don’t think I remember what fresh air feels like.”
The doctor brother, I assumed.
“Fine. Follow me. You can crash in bedrooms upstairs.”
Four big men were heavy and loud, so it was easy to follow their path up the steps and moving around upstairs.
Now was my chance. I had to get the hell out of here before they saw me.
It was one thing to read a sex email from a random, faceless woman. It was another to find her naked in their brother’s house. If that wasn’t enough… shit! My clothes were in the other room.
If they saw them, they wouldn’t think I had stripped them off to take a shower. Not in front of the couch and tossed randomly about. It would be obvious what we’d been up to.
His three brothers were here to make sure Maverick didn’t get involved with me because it seemed not only did they care about him, but his assistant was ruthlessly protective to send them all this way.
I opened the bedroom door and tiptoed down the hall, then dashed to the couch with the sheet whipping around my ankles and started picking up my clothes. Shorts, t-shirt, sock, sneaker.
A throat cleared and I leapt in the air. Stifled a scream. Then froze.
Shit. Shit!
Sitting in a leather chair by the fireplace was one of the men from Maverick’s laptop background photo. This one wasn’t Theo, if Mallory’s obsession and his attractiveness from the photo was correct. It was the one who looked the most like Maverick. Same dark hair and eyes, but he had a neatly trimmed beard. His elbow was on the arm rest and dangling from his finger was my bra.
The grin made me hate him. The fucker was enjoying himself. If the others came back…
Whipping my head around, I glanced up the stairs.
No sign of Maverick or the other two. I ran over to the brother, snagged the bra, then bolted. I wasn’t staying here a second longer to get dressed. I could do it behind a pine tree or something where I was alone. If a neighbor saw me–which I doubted since the multimillion-dollar price tag on the house ensured privacy–it wouldn’t be any more mortifying than being caught by one of his brothers.
Maverick drove and I had no way of getting home, but I was a runner. The distance back to town was less than what I did for my workout earlier this morning. I opened one of the glass doors out onto a stone patio and took off, holding my clothes close to my chest with one hand and the bottom of the sheet up off the ground with the other.
23
MAVERICK
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My brothers were the biggest bunch of cockblockers. I was a minute away from sinking inside a sated, uninhibited Bridget and they rang the fucking doorbell.
I should be thankful for Bradley’s diligence at his job and concern for my well-being, but sending Silas, Dex, and Theo? That was a little much. I was thirty-seven years old, not seventeen.
If I wanted to look on the bright side, he didn’t send our mother. But he knew that would have been a fireable offense because she meddled enough trying to get grandchildren out of us. She’d divorced our asshole father years ago and had lived well off the revenge-money she’d gotten out of the settlement. Where he’d been a selfish prick, our mother was a saint.
After pushing Theo and Dex into the first two bedrooms I found, I turned around and headed back downstairs. I wanted to introduce Bridget to them, to show her off like Scout was proud of the dog bone. They’d like her, find her as unique and amazing as I did. Except she was mine and they could find their own brilliant, sexy woman. They’d meet her. Dressed, would be good. Her clothes were all over the place by the couch. That had me thinking of stripping her bare and I was pissed all over again.
My dick wasn’t all too happy either.
Silas stood by the windows looking out at the view. “Um… I just handed a very pretty, very young woman her bra.”
I narrowed my eyes and glared. He held Bridget’s bra? Meaning she hadn’t been in it when he met her? “What the fuck?”
He raised his hands. “Whoa, just saying.”
I spun in a circle, took in the fact that Bridget’s clothes were missing, then headed toward the downstairs bedroom to tell her what was going on. That our little Saturday afternoon fuckfest was postponed and, while my balls were going to be fucking blue, I was eager to show her off. I’d spoken briefly to Silas about her the day before right after meeting at the coffee shop, but so much had happened since then.
“She’s not in there,” Silas called.
I stopped, turned around again. He was pointing out the window.
