Caleb snorted. “We all had that reaction.”
Cason stood with her in his arms. “I’ll go get her dressed and then bring her out. Can these guys stay? I need them to know everything.”
The two men glanced at each other.
“Sure. Just don’t interrupt us,” Marek said.
Cason walked them back into the bedroom and set her on the bed. “I’ll get you clothes. Do you need to use the bathroom?”
She shook her head.
He came out with a skirt, bra, and shirt.
“Where are the panties?”
He smirked. “You’re not wearing any today.”
“Really?”
“Yes, really. Let’s get you dressed, and I’ll brush your hair.”
After she was dressed, she sat and hummed as the brush ran through the thick tresses. “I forgot how much I loved having my hair brushed.”
“When was the last time someone brushed your hair?”
“I think I was around seven or eight. My mother didn’t believe in coddling.”
“That’s too young. You know who is really good at brushing hair?”
She looked at him over her shoulder. “No, who?”
“Devon. He has a little sister he took care of a lot.”
“Do you think he’d brush mine if you can’t?”
“I know he would, but we’ll ask.”
“Okay.”
“All right, baby, we’re done. Let’s get this over with so we can cuddle.”
“I’d like that.”