“No,” I admitted, meeting those incredible blue eyes. “Me neither.”
Thirty minutes later, after quick showers, quicker packing of the suitcase, and loading the menagerie into my SUV, we headed home.
CHAPTER 17
ARTHUR
My little furry pack descended on Brooklyn’s place like it was home. Of course, most of it was basically a dog paradise, with plenty of cat perches even if they weren’t designed that way. I’d worried about Sadie’s reaction to invasion of her space, from how Brooklyn described her, but she attached herself to Eb like he was her big brother. When Eb flopped down next to Cheyenne on the family room floor to be loved on, Sadie lay down calmly too, although out of touching range.
Cheyenne scratched Eb’s chest and eyed me. “So, you and my brother?”
“Yeah.” I shifted on the couch, trying to stretch my leg out a bit. I would never regret asking Brooklyn to top me, but my stupid muscles were complaining now that the haze of orgasm was gone.
“‘Yeah’ isn’t an answer.”
“‘So’ isn’t a question,” I noted.
“Are you boyfriends now? Like, for real?”
As I hesitated, unsure how to answer, Brooklyn called from the kitchen, “Cheyenne, quit harassing my boyfriend.”
I barked a laugh that had Sadie cocking her head, eyeing me. “I guess you have your answer.”
“Does that mean you’re going to live here?”
Brooklyn came in, drying his hands on a towel. “That comes under harassing. We haven’t made real plans yet, thanks to someone who knocked on the door in the middle of the night and has bigger problems than we do.”
“I could go somewhere else.” She crossed her arms, looking fierce, but I thought I saw fear in her eyes.
I said, “Nope. No way. You’re stuck with two big brothers for the foreseeable future, or at least till you turn eighteen.”
She mumbled, “Coulda had that at home,” but she flushed and looked pleased.
Eb nudged her to keep going with the petting.
“Speaking of your big brothers,” I said. “I want to see pictures, especially of Denver. I need to recognize them if they show up.”
Brooklyn came and sat beside me. “Turn sideways.” He gestured with his finger and when I rotated, he lifted my foot to his lap. Having my leg straight and elevated made me sigh with relief. He rubbed my calf gently. “You overdid it, huh?”
“In a good cause.” I smiled at him. He met my gaze and echoed the smile with something a little wicked in the curve of his lips. I took a short breath.
“Ugh. I’m going to the kitchen for something.” Cheyenne got up and headed through the gate, leaving it open.
Eb followed her and I called, “Wait,” as he reached the gate. He looked back over his shoulder.
“He can go through,” Brooklyn said. “The gate’s for boarders, not residents.”
“Okay,” I told Eb, who trotted off toward the kitchen, his big tail thudding on the wall as he wagged. Twain scampered after him. I called to Cheyenne, “But no food. We fed them at Shane’s place.”
“Got it,” she called back.
I leaned more comfortably into the pillows and decided I could get used to a hot guy massaging my foot. “Mmmm. But I still want to know what your brothers look like.”
“I’m not sure there are pictures out there. We had a few around the house, but I didn’t take any with me when I left.”
“Yearbook?” I suggested, although people changed from high school.
“We don’t have a real yearbook at our school,” Cheyenne said, coming back in with an ice pack in her hand. “Do you, um, want this?”
