Page 61 of Suddenly Entwined

They shrug.

I throw my arms up as I head out of their room. “Super helpful. Thanks, guys! Get dressed!”

Berg has to leave for work in, like, ten minutes. He isn’t in the kitchen but I pour myself a coffee, quickly adding some cream from the fridge before I head to his room.

I pause in front of his door, rapping a knuckle on the wood. “Hey, Berg?” I place my mouth closer. “Where would I find the girls bathing suits for tonight?”

His voice is muffled but I know I hear him tell me to come in. When I open the door, the room is still dim, his bed unmade.

“Geez, did everyone sleep in but me?” I ask, setting my coffee down and twisting the wand to open his blinds.

“Jesus, Caro.”

I whirl around at the surprise in his voice, just in time for him to snap a thin blue towel closed over his right hip.

If I’d been one second faster…

Oh my god, no. The lid is on the pot, Caro. Remember?

I grab my coffee and stare intently into the rippling surface. “You saidcome in!”

“I didn’t realise it was you. I couldn’t hear over the water. You can look up now. I’m decent.”

Anybody who’s ever seen a man in a towel knows there’snothingdecent about it.

“Hardly,” I mumble.

“What?” he asks.

“Nothing.”

His legs come into view as he walks closer, bringing the scent of his soap along with him.

“Mmm, pretty sure you said ‘hardly’.”

I suck in an exasperated breath at his persistence. “You can seethings,” I hiss.

Enjoyment illuminates his eyes, a slash of morning light from the window cutting across his folded arms as he glances down at his own crotch.

“Things? Multiple? Who knew?”

“Where are the girls' swimsuits?” I blurt, eager to change the subject, and hopefully the visions of that towel falling to my feet.

Berg turns away, thank god, walking by me to his dresser. His ass looks just as good flexing beneath the fabric.

“I think they might be in a tote on top of their closet. We haven’t been to the pool in a while.”

“Good, I’ll look up ther–”

“So, when you say things–”

“Berg!”

He laughs, then opens his top drawer, pulling out a pair of white boxer briefs and wiggling them at me.

“Better get out of here, Caro. I’m gonna get my things outso I can get dressed.”

I nearly spill my coffee as I hightail it out of the bedroom, shutting the door behind me. I don’t even need to drink it. Every bit of me is wide awake.

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