Page 39 of The Proposal
Ella disappears into the bathroom and comes back with my satin pink robe. “Here.” She helps me get out of bed and into the robe without showing everyone my ass.
Renn clears his throat. “Well, this is one hell of a way to wake up.”
I take a deep breath, holding my forehead and squeezing.
Nothing makes sense.
Brock’s anger. The repeated phone calls. The ice cream in bed.
The fact that Renn is in my bed. Practically naked.
How didthathappen?
“Look,” I say, tying the robe around my waist. My face flushes. “I don’t know what happened last night, but I feel like absolute shit. I need to go back to sleep.”
“You have to be kidding me,” Brock says.
I throw my hands in the air. “Listen, I’m as surprised as you are that I apparently, maybe …” I glance at a startled Renn over my shoulder. “Had sex with Renn last night.”I can’t believe those words just came out of my mouth. I pivot back toward my brother. “But if I chose to do that, it’s really none of your business, and I’d appreciate you returning to your room so I can go to the bathroom and puke my guts out alone.”
“Blakely …” Ella says.
“Youcan stay.”
Renn rips the blankets off him. His hair is wild, like it’s been pulled and twisted all night. He has the same melted ice cream covering his side, groin, and shoulder as I do. Aside from the bandage on his chest, there’s a red streak down his abdomen.
I glance down at my nails.
“It can’t be real,” Renn says, eyeing my brother. “Let’s all just calm down.”
“Oh, it’s real,” Ella says. “The media got a copy of the papers this morning.”
Renn’s eyes shoot open. “What?”
I sigh as a shot of pain flames behind my temples. “Can someone tell me what the hell is going on?”
“Blakely—” Ella begins.
“Do you have any idea what you’ve done?” Brock yells at me, a vein in his throat popping out. “Do you have any fucking clue what you’ve just gotten yourself into?”
“Don’t yell at my wife like that!” Renn shouts back at him.
What?
“Too soon?” Renn asks, the words leaving his lips just as Brock launches himself at Renn.
Ella grabs my arm, pulling me toward the bathroom door.
Renn sidesteps Brock as he comes hurling over the corner of the bed. Brock gets an arm hooked around Renn’s head, bringing him down with him on top of the bedside table.
Wood splits. The lamp breaks. My shirt flies across the room like a frisbee, landing on the back of the llama.
The guys fall to the floor.
I press a palm between my eyes. “Will you knock it off?”
Renn has one knee in the middle of Brock’s chest. The other is on the floor. They both pant while watching each other like they’re about to commit murder.
“I’m going to let you up, and you’re going to calm the fuck down. Got it?” Renn asks before slowly lifting himself off my brother.
