Page 62 of These White Lies
“That sounds smart.”
I have no desire to fight with Sera. Even if she wasn’t Brady’s sister, you only had to look in her eyes to know that the scars on her body weren’t anywhere near as deep as the ones burned on the inside.
Sera blinks several times. “He’s the best at what he does.”
I don’t say anything, because honestly, what can I say?
Brady’s sister bites her lip, her brows meeting in the middle as if she’s not sure what to make of me.
“I better get in the shower before Brady gets back.”
At the reminder of her brother, Sera scowls. After she leaves, I stare at the medical supplies in my hand and sigh.
This should be interesting.
17
BRADY
The long string of colorful obscenities emanating from Elizabeth’s bathroom brings a genuine smile to my face as I set the box of pizza on the coffee table.
However, when the invectives are interrupted by an, “Ow, ow, ow.” My amusement disappears.
I hear the shower running as I push open the bathroom door. Abruptly, the shower curtain rips back, and Elizabeth’s pale face appears, eyes wide with fear. She clutches the material to her chest shielding herself.
I feel like an asshole.
“Just me.” I raise my hands in front of my chest.
“I think you gave me a heart attack,” she says, but her face relaxes. “You know I’m on the run from a killer cabal, right?”
“That’s the rumor.”
“I’ll be out in a minute. Just need to figure out how to rinse my hair.”
“Do you need help? I don’t mean to brag, but I mastered that particular skill in preschool,” I tease, trying not to think about the fact that she’s naked only a few feet away.
She rolls her eyes. “Aren’t you the overachiever. Unfortunately, I’m one handed at the moment and can’t turn all the way into the water to get that side of my head rinsed.”
She looks so irritated and… adorable?
Sexy? Check. Intelligent? Check. Tough? Check. Funny? Check. But adorable?
It’s not an adjective I ever thought I’d use to describe Elizabeth, but that’s exactly what she is right now. The sight of her wet hair plastered around her makeup-free face, while she jokes with me creates a strange fizzing sensation in my chest.
“The way I see it, you have two options,” I say with a grin, ignoring the growing pressure behind my ribs. “I can either pour water over the top of the curtain and hope to hit the soapy bits, or I can come in there and help you.”
Her eyes widen, but I see the way her pupils dilate and her lips part with a soft exhalation. Despite the fact that I was mostly joking, I’m suddenly dying to join her in the shower.
“You arenotcoming in here.”
I shrug and hope my untucked T-shirt is long enough to hide what I’m sure is an obvious erection.
Get control of yourself.
“It’s not like I haven’t seen it before.”
Huge mistake.Now the image of Elizabeth in nothing but heels and a gold mask is firmly in the forefront of my mind.
