CHAPTER FORTY-ONE

Stepping out the bathroom after bathing, I came to the two brothers chatting king in bed. I tied the towel in place on my hair, feeling a blush rise. To think I slept with the two brothers in less than twenty-four hours. That was brazen of me.

“Will you keep standing there or join us?”

“I'd rather put on clothes.” I focused on the torn dress and sighed. Maybe I should put on one of Connor’s. “Could you lend me a shirt?”

“Nah,” Reed said, sitting up. “You look perfect this way.”

“I need a shirt,” I firmly repeated.

“Geez, fine.” He unbottoned the one he wore and held it up. “Here.”

Connor watched with amusement as I walked over to collect his brother’s shirt. No matter how I see it, I felt like I was being played. And those marks on Reed’s chest, where did they come from? Were such scars on Connor too?

“You could give me a clean one,” I mumbled, putting it on and enjoying the earthly scent of him.

“Want an apple?” Connor asked, raising a red apple towards me.

I froze, appalled by the