She probably took the quickest shower of her life, but then again, it wasn’t every day when two handsome cowboys waited in her bed. With a large towel crowning her head and another one covering her body, she strolled into the room and struck a pose at the end of the bed. Her hand rested on the curve of her waist and the other one remained flat against her upper thigh. “Lose the towel,” Rhett said in a guttural tone, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. “I want to see those pretty boobs again. You moved so fast a minute ago, I didn’t get a good look.” Blaine was propped up against several pillows with his right arm casually curved around the top of his head. He looked relaxed, like he wasn’t at all nervous about seeing her with Rhett. She’d often wondered about whether or not he’d share her. Most of the time, when she considered the possibilities, she decided he wouldn’t. Now, she questioned all of their motives. Did Blaine’s willingness to let Rhett join them in bed mean he didn’t really want her for keeps?
