I'm in It (The Reed Brothers 10)

“Is she okay?” Anna asks. She puts herself behind my leg.

“It’s like he has his own fire hose,” Wren says over a snicker.

“I’m so sorry that happened,” I say as I pat the hair dry at her temple. I catch myself grinning.

“It’s not like you peed on me, Mick.” Her eyes meet mine. Then she turns to Anna and Devon. “Did you guys have fun?”

They start to tell her about their swim as she finishes diapering Chase. Then she points to her head. “I think I should probably wash the pee from my hair. It’s not very sexy.”

“What does sexy mean?” Devon asks.

Wren stops. “Um…”

“It means funny and smart,” I say. “People who are funny and smart are really sexy.”

“Wren is really sexy,” Anna tosses out.

I look at her. “Yes, she really is,” I say quietly.

“I’m sexy too!” Devon says.

“You sure are,” Wren says. Then she leans down to kiss his forehead. But he squeals and cries out.

“You have baby pee on your face. Don’t kiss me!” Then he laughs and runs away from her.

“You can either get in the shower right now and wash the chlorine off you, or I’m coming to kiss you. I might even rub my hair all over you.” She makes a move like she’s going to chase him, and he squeals and runs into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. She ruffles Anna’s hair. “You can use the shower in the other bathroom, kiddo.”

“The kids can wait. I’m sure you want to wash the pee out of your hair.” I snicker. I can’t help it. It’s funny.

Wren crosses to her small suitcase and gets out a bottle of travel shampoo. “I can do mine in the sink. We should probably get on the road.”

“If you’re sure…” I say. But she’s already moving toward the sink carrying one of the extra towels she asked for last night.

“It’ll only take a second,” she says.

She bends over the sink, her long dark hair falling in waves against the porcelain. She uses the sprayer to wet it.

“Here,” I say. “Let me help.” I set Chase in his bouncy seat and go to her.

“I can do it,” she protests.

I step up behind her, my left leg against the back of her right leg. She instantly fr

eezes. “Chase peed on you and it’s at least partially my fault, so let me help you. This doesn’t look like a very comfortable position you’re in.”

I take the sprayer and wet her hair as she blocks the water from running into her eyes with her hands. “Thank you,” she says.

“Sure thing,” I grunt out.

She holds out the bottle, and I pour a little shampoo into my hands. Then I start to work it into her hair. She lets out a little sound of pleasure.

“Did you say something?” I ask, stopping for a moment.

“No,” she squeaks. Then she clears her throat and says, “I didn’t say anything.”

“I think we should probably have a talk about earlier,” I say quietly as I rinse her hair.

“Do we have to?” she asks, her voice nasally from being flipped over.