“Sorry,” the smug voice from behind the fridge door replied, “but I’m married now.” Then the younger Stone brother rose up into view, and Nick’s mouth hit the floor at the sight of my naked flesh.
chapter
NINETEEN
Like a fucking idiot, I was paralyzed in shock. Should I dart back into the bedroom? I searched for something to cover up with, thinking that would be faster. There was nothing, because Logan put everything away, everything in its place.
As soon as it registered that I was sans clothes, Nick’s eyes went to the ceiling.
“I didn’t see anything,” he blurted out, although his already flushed face now turned purple. Sweat poured down his forehead and bare chest, and it actually dripped on the floor around him. I scrambled into the bedroom and grabbed my clothes from last night. Logan hadn’t mentioned they were training together today.
“I’m sorry,” I yelled from the bedroom, “I thought you were Logan.” Oh god, kill me now. “Where is he?”
“He wanted a longer cool-down. He should be up in a minute.”
Now that I was dressed in jeans and a shirt, I wasn’t sure what to do. Keep hiding from awkwardness in the bedroom until Logan arrived? I tucked my hair behind an ear and forced myself to go out into the living room.
“How was your honeymoon?” I asked, acting like nothing had happened. “Jamaica, right?”
Nick looked happy to pretend too. “Yeah. It was good. Have you ever been?”
The door swung open and interrupted my normal, clean brain with dirty, impure thoughts. Weren’t people supposed to look like crap after they’d just run twenty miles? That did not apply to him.
I watched in fascination as the brothers said nothing to each other and yet moved as an orchestrated pair. Nick handed a Gatorade bottle to Logan while he retrieved a large bag of pretzels out of a cabinet and pulled it open. They drank and ate quickly, stopping only to wipe sweat off with paper towels or open a banana.
When they were finished hydrating and fueling, the iPhones came out of armbands and they critiqued their individual pacing. I felt like I was on Mars. The discussion concluded and Nick grabbed a water bottle from the fridge.
“I’m heading out, I know you’ve got stuff to do,” Nick said. “Evie mentioned she’d like to fuck you in the shower.”
Logan’s gaze snapped to me and my face burst into flames.
“Great, thanks for that, Nick,” I said.
“No problem.” He flashed an enormous smile and went out the door.
Logan continued to stare at me with a puzzled expression.
“I thought he was you,” I explained. “You failed to mention you weren’t running solo and he might pop in.”
“You told him you wanted to fuck in the shower?”
“Yeah. And I was naked when I did it.”
He scowled and gave a dark, possessive look. “Did you forget what I look like?”
“He was behind the refrigerator door. Like I said, I thought it was you.”
He blinked and calmed. A slow smile tweaked across his lips. “I really should recover some more before we get in there.”
“It was a joke, I’ve already showered, boss.”
“That’s disappointing, Ms. Russell, but you’re a dirty girl. You’ll probably need another shower before too long.”
The corner of my mouth turned up.
Later, he drove me back to my place, and when he parked, he ran his fingers absentmindedly over my knee.
“Tomorrow I need to be in the office early,” he said.