I woke up between two of them.
Elias was already awake, sitting against the headboard with a glass of water in his hand and his other palm resting on my bare stomach like he had been guarding me in his sleep. Cade was behind me, chest to my back, one heavy thigh thrown over mine. Rhys’s side of the bed was empty. I could hear the shower.
My body ached in places Grant had never bothered to find.
“Drink,” Elias said, and put the glass to my lips.
I drank. The water helped. The memory of last night did not go anywhere. The dining table. My dress on the floor. The word Daddy coming out of my mouth like it had been waiting years for an audience.
“I should go,” I whispered.
“Where?” Elias’s voice stayed quiet. “Back to the apartment where he offered you fairness? Or to your brother’s, so y
