“I wasn’t expecting company, so the bedrooms on the north side are being renovated. That only leaves two spare rooms…and Heavenly is in one of them.”
“Whatever. We’re not leaving,” Beck vowed. “When she wakes up, we need to be here.”
Seth totally agreed.
“Then you’re sleeping together. Unless someone wants the sofa?”
Beck wouldn’t fit, and he was even taller.
With a tired sigh, he turned to the surgeon. “Looks like we’re having another sausage party.”
Gloria howled. “Had a lot of those lately, have you?”
“More than we’d like,” Seth admitted. “I’d feel a lot better with Heavenly between us.”
“Not happening tonight, slick. Now, the sheets in the guest room are clean and the bathroom is stocked with towels. I’ll get up to fix you breakfast in the morning. But don’t worry, you two will have plenty of time to cuddle.” She winked.
“Enough, woman. We’re calling it a night.” Beck climbed the first stair. “See you tomorrow.”
Seth joined him. “Thanks for everything.”
She smiled softly as Buddy sank to the sofa beside her, dropping a possessive hand to her thigh. “You’re welcome. Good night.”
Two at a time, Beck mounted the stairs. Seth followed, anticipation pinging inside him. He hadn’t laid eyes on Heavenly in over twelve hours, and most of those he’d spent wondering where she was or if she was all right.
At the top, Beck flipped on a muted light that illuminated the landing and turned left, toward a closed door.
“Hurry.” Seth gestured impatiently.
“I’m trying not to wake her.”
“I doubt we could since your wife got her shitfaced enough to pass out.”
“Hey, she kept Heavenly here.”
Seth hated to admit that Beck was right—again. “Yeah. Fine. Just open the damn door.”
Beck did, pushing it open slowly, wincing when it squeaked. But nothing disturbed his angel’s soft, even breathing.
When they stepped in, light spilled across Heavenly, who was sprawled in the middle of a queen-size bed, her blond hair flowing across crisp white sheets. Lashes fanned out over rosy cheeks. Her lips were parted in slumber. And the goddamn room smelled so much like her, arousal hit him fast and hard.
The scent transported Seth to the condo they’d shared those brief days in LA, to the night he and Beck had claimed her innocence together. Every night after that, despite her grief, he’d looked forward to crawling into bed with Heavenly, sandwiching her between him and Beck, and holding her.
“Thank God.” Beck cradled her crown, trailing a tender thumb across her forehead.
Seth breathed a sigh of relief, too. “I thought of a thousand things that could happen to her on this drive and too many ended with a body bag and a clip on the news.”
“Well, she’s safe…but she won’t feel too good come morning. Hang on.” Beck stepped into the adjoining bathroom and opened the medicine cabinet.
Seth took that opportunity to kneel beside the bed, until he was face to face with his sleeping angel. “Don’t scare us like that again. We love you. I won’t ever let anything happen to you.”
As he brushed his lips across her temple, Beck returned and dropped three ibuprofen and a little paper cup of water on the bedside table.
“Good thinking.” Seth nodded the other man’s way.
Beck smirked. “I play a doctor in the real world, not on TV.”
“Thank fuck you don’t make your living as a comedian.”