Take (Fury Brothers #4)

She peered into the bathroom.

“Take a look around,” I told her. “I’ll be right back.”

I quickly made my way to my bedroom. In my walk-in closet, I opened a drawer and pulled out a clean T-shirt.

When I returned to the guestroom, I handed it to her. “Something for you to sleep in. Tomorrow, we can get some of your things.”

“Thanks,” she murmured, fingering the soft cotton.

I wouldn’t admit, even to myself, that a part of me really liked the idea of Frankie sleeping in my T-shirt.

Shit. I needed to get a grip on this desire. I’d never had a problem doing that before. I’d fucked some stunning women.

But it was Frankie Parker who was getting under my skin.

“I’ll leave you now. See you in the morning.”

She gave me a small smile. “Sleep well, Reath.”

12

FRANKIE

Something woke me.

I froze. I wasn’t sure where I was. The bed was comfy, but the room wasn’t familiar.

As I sat up, everything came back to me. I was at Reath’s.

Someone had trashed my lab and attacked me. God.

A low, tortured groaning sound caught my ear. It raised goosebumps on my skin.

I slipped out of bed. My feet were bare, and the wood floor was cool. I was conscious that I’d hand washed my panties, and they were currently hanging in the bathroom. All I was wearing was the large, soft T-shirt that Reath had given me.

Tugging on the hem, I headed quietly down the hall. Another raw sound filled with horrible pain echoed off the walls.

It was coming from Reath’s bedroom.

I hovered in front of the door, biting my bottom lip. When I heard another pained sound, resolve filled me. I pushed open the door. The bedroom was shadowed, but a faint glow came from the bathroom.

In the large bed, Reath was tossing and turning.

I moved closer. He was clearly having a nightmare. A terrible one.

His chest was bare. Yep, I was right. All hard muscles, and his abs…

I bit my lip.

He let out another low groan and sympathy filled me. What had he suffered through? What nightmare was he trapped in?

Clearing my throat, I reached over and touched his shoulder. I kept my voice a low whisper. “Reath.”

He reacted in an instant.

The barest touch of warm skin, and then a strong hand closed around my wrist and yanked me onto the bed.

He pinned me under his body, and another hand circled my throat.