She needed to get out of there. Time was dwindling, making her flustered and antsy.
She had no idea how to tabulate her thoughts when, instead of coming up with a solution to get her out of the cabin, Myles started a fire in the fireplace, which she was grateful for.
The temperature had dropped considerably, and it was best they preserved the generator in case the storm lasted longer.
Then they started to remove their coats and their boots. Hmm, what were they doing?
Why were they getting comfortable?
Mercedes watched as they each took a sofa, dropped down onto it, and instantly fell asleep.
They went to sleep, leaving her standing there like an idiot.
“But…”
“Goodnight, Missades,” Holden said, except he deliberately pronounced her name wrong again.
Within moments, their breathing leveled out, and the rise and fall of their chests grew steady. They were freakingfastasleep.
What? What was she supposed to do in the meantime? Play with her toes? Ugh.
How could the arrival of her brother’s best friends decimate her entire planned agenda?
Well, she wasn’t staying. They came in a four-wheel drive, which was far better equipped to tackle the storm than her car. She just wasn’t concentrating on the storm aspect of the weather outside. Right.
She quickly and quietly slipped into her clothes, not bothering to remove the babydoll dress or her skimpy underwear. She just put her clothes over them.
Keys.
She gave them another twenty minutes, the wait agonizing for her, but she had to ensure they were in a deep sleep.
Holden still had the keys in his front jeans pocket.
She tiptoed to where he slept, the luxury sofas huge and long enough to cater to all three of their muscular physiques and substantial heights.
She was now so close to Holden that the scent of his cologne did funny things to her stomach, tilting her off her axis.
Not daring to breathe, she reached for his pocket. Her gaze slammed into the staggeringly thick bulge between his legs before she shut her eyes and bit her lip to stop herself from gasping out loud.
Focus.
Her hand far from steady, she inched her fingers forward to his pocket.
Without breaking the rhythm of his breathing, without seeing who it was, he wrapped his long, calloused fingers around her wrist, and her own fingers accidentally brushed the very bulge she’d been ogling before.
A ridiculously hot flush coated her entire body. The surge of white-hot power she felt coursing through her at his touch messed with her chemistry.
Also, fudge.
Stupid SEAL—did he have to sleep like a ninja?
Angrily accepting defeat, she jerked her hand away, and Holden let her go.
Fucking fudge.
Now what?
Chapter Nine