sister.” Chloe grinned, because no matter how hot, or how nice and sensitive men could be, they still carried that pesky Y chromosome and were, therefore, a little defective. She felt compelled to explain things to them. “Your thirteen-year-old sister, who was likely just coming into the first blush of her womanhood . And her two, much older teenaged brothers conspired to breach the sanctity of her private bathing time …” She let the sentence hang, because Grant jerked his head up and looked over her shoulder—clearly meeting his brother’s gaze.
“Well, for God’s sake,” he said. “It never even crossed my mind that that was why mom grounded us.”
“Holy hell, me neither!” Andrew said, “It’s a miracle she didn’t have the dads take us out to the woodshed.”
“Yeah, except we didn’t have a woodshed,” Grant said.
Chloe smiled, because these men had proven they weren’t as thick as some she’d met. An urge overcame her and she tried to hide her yawn, but Grant saw it.
“Let’s get you rinsed and dried off, and tucked into bed, baby girl.”
“Mm, yeah, let’s do that.” Chloe was all for going back to bed. “I’m definitely ready for act two.”
“Act two is definitely doable.” He leaned forward and kissed her, a way too fast and entirely too light kind of a kiss. “After you get some sleep, first.”
“But I’m not tired.” And didn’t her body betray her by coming up with another yawn just then?
“Of course not.” Andrew’s voice reeked of smirk, but gently so.
“Chloe, we know how much work you’ve been putting into that spa of yours. Maybe we haven’t been with you every day for the last month or so, but that doesn’t mean that we don’t know how busy you’ve been, or how hard you’ve worked. Hell, I’m tired just thinking about everything you’ve accomplished in the last few weeks.”
“I have to work hard. This business has to be a success, because Grandma Kate’s counting on me.” How could she put into words the urgency she felt about this? Kate Benedict had taken a huge chance, entrusting her with a sizeable investment, when the woman really didn’t know her very well at all. So few people had ever shown so much faith in her. She felt compelled to deliver over and above all expectations.
Besides, Chloe really liked Grandma Kate. In the short time she’d known her, the nonagenarian had become the grandmother she’d never had.
Chloe just couldn’t let her down.
The men exchanged a look, but stayed silent. Grant used the wand on his side of the shower to rinse the rest of the soap from her while Andrew stepped out of the enclosure.
“We’ll do the spa tub next time.”
“Okay.” Chloe figured that might be a wise decision, since she might fall asleep in the spa. Not that she worried about drowning, or anything. She knew without question that these two men would never let anything bad happen to her.
But she really did intend to move the three of them into act two just as soon as they got comfy under the blankets.
Andrew was waiting for her when Grant turned her toward the open door of the shower. He handed a towel to Grant and then wrapped another around her. Then he carried her over to the bench beside the spa tub and set her on his lap.
“Oh my God. Heated towels.” This was a level of pampering she’d never experienced, and it made her melt. While Andrew blotted the wet from her body, Grant used the towel his brother had handed him to take care of her hair.
The next thing she knew she was being carried, naked— what the heck happened to that nice warm towel? —toward the bed.
“What?”
“You dozed off, Chloe-doe.” Andrew laid her in the center of the bed then crawled in beside her. The blankets floated down as if from heaven above, and then Grant was there, too, on her right. He eased her closer, into his arms, arranging her until she was on her right side with her head on his chest and her left leg draped his.
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