Shane! Jeremy!
I jumped up, grabbing my shirt and throwing it over me. My panties were already on. Through all our lovemaking, Boone had never even taken them off.
“What is it?”
Boone stirred sleepily, squinting up at me through the lamplight. My God. His body…
“I heard something.”
“Probably just the water.”
The hot springs bubbled at times, with constant condensation dripping from the ceiling almost like rain. But no, it wasn’t that.
SCRRRRRATCH!
We looked at each other. “There! Did you hear tha—”
“Yes.”
He was up quickly, stepping into his boxers with the nimble practice of someone who’d gotten dressed in a hurry quite often. I wondered about that for a moment, and then—
Voices! That’s definitely voices!
“Come on!”
I sprinted past him, through the doorway to bound up the stairs. We stomped past the garage area. Ran through the darkness of the lounge and into the dimly lit lobby where the embers from last night’s fire still cast a dull orange glow over everything.
The opening to
the outside was cleared! Footprints led away from it, all the way to the fireplace where Shane and Jeremy stood shivering violently, the two of them completely covered in ice and snow!
“YOU’RE BACK!”
They turned, and as their eyes settled over me I could see oceans of relief. Shane pulled off his gloves. Jeremy opened his arms… and then suddenly his eyes went wide.
“What is it?”
Each of their expressions changed. They stopped shivering, stopped everything else they were doing. Their gazes were no longer fixed on mine, and all the hairs stood up on the back of my neck as I realized where they were looking…
Morgan!
They were looking over my shoulder.
“What the—”
I whirled, and my blood ran instantly cold. I caught a brief burst of something utterly terrifying…
And then my whole world went to chaos as everything happened at once.
Twenty-Eight
SHANE
I’d been thrilled at first just to see her face; to find her standing before us, still there. She was radiant in the firelight. Every bit as gorgeous as my brain remembered, having forced my wasted legs to somehow carry me back here through sheer willpower alone.
Then I saw her nakedness… or at least she was practically naked. And with Boone Silva standing behind her in the doorway, shirtless himself? That could only mean one thing.
Damn.