grumbled.
“Okay, on the count of three, we’re going to yell help at the top of our lungs.”
Trace looked at Grady and whispered, “What are we gonna do?”
Grady grinned. “I don’t know about you, but I’m able-bodied and willin’.”
Trace rolled his eyes and thought to himself that Dakota Dunn was going to turn his orderly life upside down.
“Okay,” Dakota began, “one, two, three !”
“Hel—” she began, and Trace and Grady burst through the door.
“That was quick!” Sierra said with narrowed eyes.
“What the hell?” Grady murmured from where he stood in the small confines of the bathroom directly behind Trace.
“Girls, what’s going on?” Trace asked when he got an eyeful of sopping wet Sierra straddling Dakota. The shower curtain was twisted around them like a candy wrapper, with the rod just below Dakota’s chin.
“Holy shit,” Grady said, and got an elbow from Trace.
“We had a little mishap,” Sierra grumbled, as if that explained the strange sight. “Would you two quit your gawkin’ and give us a hand, for pity’s sake?”
Trace took a step closer, wondering where to start. Wet women wrapped in plastic . . . hmmm. “Yeah, but how did you two get all tangled up like this?” He wanted to know, and glanced down at Dakota.
Her cheeks flushed a firecracker red and she said, “It was an accident.”
“But—”
“Trace!” Sierra grumbled. “Ask questions later, will ya? We got us a situation here.”
“You sure do,” Grady commented with a sense of wonder but a tinge of disappointment in his tone. “Not exactly what we tho—” he began, but got an elbow to the gut and grunted. “Damn, that’s gonna leave a mark,” he complained while rubbing his midsection. “Okay, Trace, where do we begin?”
Trace rubbed his chin with his thumb and forefinger. “Sierra, can’t you just stand up?”
“Right,” she said testily. “I’m just doin’ this for shits and giggles. My leg is trapped. Sorry there wasn’t any hanky-panky goin’ on, boys.”
“We didn’t think anything of the sort,” Trace said, and tossed Grady a look of warning.
“Course not,” Grady said in a mock-serious tone, and then arched backward to avoid another shot to the ribs.
“Right,” Sierra grumbled.
“Grady, you grab Sierra, and I’ll try to slide Dakota out of the tub.”
Grady nodded. “Gotcha.” He wedged himself between the toilet and the tub and then slid his hands beneath Sierra’s armpits.
Trace pressed his back to the tile wall and bent his knees until he could lean over, and slid his hands behind her shoulder blades. “Damn, you’re cold.”
“Ya think?”
When she shivered, he felt the need to get her out of the cold water quickly, and looked up at Grady. “Okay, ready, Sierra?”
“Yep.”
“Here goes, girls,” Grady warned, and hefted Sierra upward. But when nothing much happened, he jerked a little harder.
The shower curtain made a suction sound and then suddenly unwrapped. Sierra popped free from the wet plastic so fast that Grady stumbled backward and hit the wall with a thud while still holding on to her.
Dakota thrashed in the cold water. She finally calmed when Trace yelled, “Hold still!” He grumbled and shot her a glare, but it was difficult to stay angry as she stood up, shivering, in her T-shirt. He inhaled a deep breath and tried not to notice how the wet cotton outlined her lacy bra, but he failed miserably and had to avert his gaze as he offered his hand to assist her out of the tub.
When she shivered again, he had the urge to wrap her in his embrace and warm her up. He had to wonder what kind of spell she had cast over him. Damn! “Here,” he said gruffly, and tossed her a towel.
“Th-th-thank you,” she said through chattering teeth, even though the towel hit her in the face.
“I’ve had champion bulls give me less trouble than you.”
“I didn’t mean—”
“Save it,” he said
“Okay, on the count of three, we’re going to yell help at the top of our lungs.”
Trace looked at Grady and whispered, “What are we gonna do?”
Grady grinned. “I don’t know about you, but I’m able-bodied and willin’.”
Trace rolled his eyes and thought to himself that Dakota Dunn was going to turn his orderly life upside down.
“Okay,” Dakota began, “one, two, three !”
“Hel—” she began, and Trace and Grady burst through the door.
“That was quick!” Sierra said with narrowed eyes.
“What the hell?” Grady murmured from where he stood in the small confines of the bathroom directly behind Trace.
“Girls, what’s going on?” Trace asked when he got an eyeful of sopping wet Sierra straddling Dakota. The shower curtain was twisted around them like a candy wrapper, with the rod just below Dakota’s chin.
“Holy shit,” Grady said, and got an elbow from Trace.
“We had a little mishap,” Sierra grumbled, as if that explained the strange sight. “Would you two quit your gawkin’ and give us a hand, for pity’s sake?”
Trace took a step closer, wondering where to start. Wet women wrapped in plastic . . . hmmm. “Yeah, but how did you two get all tangled up like this?” He wanted to know, and glanced down at Dakota.
Her cheeks flushed a firecracker red and she said, “It was an accident.”
“But—”
“Trace!” Sierra grumbled. “Ask questions later, will ya? We got us a situation here.”
“You sure do,” Grady commented with a sense of wonder but a tinge of disappointment in his tone. “Not exactly what we tho—” he began, but got an elbow to the gut and grunted. “Damn, that’s gonna leave a mark,” he complained while rubbing his midsection. “Okay, Trace, where do we begin?”
Trace rubbed his chin with his thumb and forefinger. “Sierra, can’t you just stand up?”
“Right,” she said testily. “I’m just doin’ this for shits and giggles. My leg is trapped. Sorry there wasn’t any hanky-panky goin’ on, boys.”
“We didn’t think anything of the sort,” Trace said, and tossed Grady a look of warning.
“Course not,” Grady said in a mock-serious tone, and then arched backward to avoid another shot to the ribs.
“Right,” Sierra grumbled.
“Grady, you grab Sierra, and I’ll try to slide Dakota out of the tub.”
Grady nodded. “Gotcha.” He wedged himself between the toilet and the tub and then slid his hands beneath Sierra’s armpits.
Trace pressed his back to the tile wall and bent his knees until he could lean over, and slid his hands behind her shoulder blades. “Damn, you’re cold.”
“Ya think?”
When she shivered, he felt the need to get her out of the cold water quickly, and looked up at Grady. “Okay, ready, Sierra?”
“Yep.”
“Here goes, girls,” Grady warned, and hefted Sierra upward. But when nothing much happened, he jerked a little harder.
The shower curtain made a suction sound and then suddenly unwrapped. Sierra popped free from the wet plastic so fast that Grady stumbled backward and hit the wall with a thud while still holding on to her.
Dakota thrashed in the cold water. She finally calmed when Trace yelled, “Hold still!” He grumbled and shot her a glare, but it was difficult to stay angry as she stood up, shivering, in her T-shirt. He inhaled a deep breath and tried not to notice how the wet cotton outlined her lacy bra, but he failed miserably and had to avert his gaze as he offered his hand to assist her out of the tub.
When she shivered again, he had the urge to wrap her in his embrace and warm her up. He had to wonder what kind of spell she had cast over him. Damn! “Here,” he said gruffly, and tossed her a towel.
“Th-th-thank you,” she said through chattering teeth, even though the towel hit her in the face.
“I’ve had champion bulls give me less trouble than you.”
“I didn’t mean—”
“Save it,” he said
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