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What if they’d followed through in bed? They’d have been… busy.
Baer left the shower and wrapped a towel around his hips. “Yeah, but don’t worry, he won’t be doing it again.”
They better not start a fight. Her uncle wouldn’t tolerate brawling in the bedrooms. But what could he really do if these tall, broad, muscular men, decided to knock lumps out of each other? What a ridiculous thought, Baer wasn’t like that. Hewouldn’t get physical; he wouldn’t do that. Not unless Donoghue provoked him. And without knowing what their unexpected visitor wanted, how could she predict Baer’s mood and actions?
She couldn’t leave them out there, something might have happened. They might need her. This was her family, she should be involved if something was going on. And if Donoghue had decided to split, she definitely needed to know that… and get hold of Holly fast.
TWENTY-SIX
LEAVING THE SHOWER on, because she didn’t know if they’d be back, she got out and grabbed a towel. Wrapping it around herself, she opened the bathroom door to exit quietly.
The two men stood at the bottom of the bed. Both turned in silence when she interrupted.
“Royal,” Donoghue exclaimed, wearing a broad smile. “Good morning! Looking edible today.”
Comments like that, and his slow perusal of her almost naked form, were exactly the kind of missteps he didn’t want to be making when Baer was frowning like violence was already on his mind.
“You look at me, asshole.”
Yep, her guy wasn’t thinking warm and fuzzy thoughts.
Going to Baer’s side, she joined their hands. Maybe the connection would give him a little reassurance, some comfort. The reminder should serve to underscore self-control was necessary.
Her focus remained on Donoghue. “Are you okay? Did something happen? Is everything okay?”
“Nothing for you to worry your pretty head about,” their guests said.
Baer didn’t leave her in the dark. “Nickson’s being a dick.”
Her guy had said he wouldn’t lie to her for the sake of a colleague, now he was proving it. Just like she said in the Squires locker room, actions over words.
The honesty clearly surprised Donoghue. “Leave the clients out the loop, man. Your job is to show her a good time, not to bother her with this shit.”
“I know what my job is,” Baer growled under his breath. Was that tone discretion, or a sign his restraint was slipping? “And if you haven’t figured it out yet, Freya isn’t just a regular client for me. There’s more going on.”
She squeezed his hand tight. “What are you doing?” It was her turn to lay her surprise on him and lower her voice, two for the price of one. “Don’t tell him that.”
“You want to take Nick aside?” Baer asked his colleague, ignoring her concern. “We bring him back with bruises, people will ask questions.”
“What did he say?” she asked. “Why is he being difficult?”
“Says we’re causing trouble between him and Kelly.”
“How are we doing that?” she asked, though neither man was forthcoming. “What did you say to Kelly?
“Said nothing to her,” Donaghue responded. “But from the ice war between them, I’d say they’re fighting about something.”
“Where’s Holly?” She let go of Baer to open her suitcase. “I’ll find her. Maybe she’s spoken to her sister.”
“Asking questions will only make it worse.”
She stopped digging through her clothes to look over her shoulder at Donoghue. “So I should do nothing? I can’t do nothing. Is Nickson going to say something?”
“What can he say? It’s his secret too.”
Ah, an answer.
Intrigued, she straightened. “Secret? So he hasn’t told Kelly?”
