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My brow furrows. “Your father?”
I don’t know how much Edward can be trusted with the facts, and I look across the hall to the bathroom.
I’m not sure when I noticed Rachel’s loud singing of RuPaul’s song “Supermodel” stopped, but at that moment, a dull thud sounds from the other side of the door.
“Stay here.” I order, hustling across the hall.
“Rachel?” I bang on the door, but only the noise of the shower responds. “Rachel, are you okay?”
I knock harder, but again, it’s only silence. My jaw tightens, and I look down, listening to the spray of water as a cold realization filters through me. She’s in trouble.
“Rachel!” I try again, shouting louder and banging my hand against the wood.
I don’t want to do this, but I don’t have a choice. Grabbing the handle, I hit the wooden barrier with my shoulder. The door shudders, and I do it again. It only takes once more before the door yields, flying open.
Staggering into the small, steamy room, I see Rachel on her knees in the shower. She’s holding one of the silver bars we installed to help me after my injury.
Her eyes are closed, and her shoulders heave like she’s having difficulty breathing.
“Rachel?” I grab a towel, opening the door and stepping into the spray.
I’m worried she has a physical condition I don’t know about—how could I know? We only started working together a few months ago, and we don’t talk about our personal lives. I didn’t even know she had a twelve-year-old brother until a week ago.
“Edward, bring me a glass of juice!” I shout.
I’m pretty sure he’s able to do that, even if he’s only been in our kitchen a few times.
“Rachel?” Reaching out, I turn off the water, and my lips tighten as I drape the towel over her naked body, doing my best not to look at her.
She has a beautiful body—ivory skin, perfect, large breasts and a small waist. I swallow hard not wanting to find her sexy as hell, butdamn. Rachel looks good in clothes. She looks like a fantasy naked.
“I’m okay,” she whispers. “Dizzy… Need a minute.”
Relief twists my chest, and I guide her onto her butt with the towel placed over her front, up to her chin.
2
Rachel
I’m naked.
I’m sitting on the floor of the shower naked with Zane Bradford on his knees in front of me soaking wet and looking like an angry god.
A hot and sexy angry god.
Thankfully, a soaking-wet towel covers my body—a towel that he put there. I’m too dizzy to be humiliated…yet.
His dark brown hair is wet around his square jaw, making it appear almost black, and his pale blue eyes are so intense. His hand touches my cheek, and my eyes follow the lines of ink in the sleeve covering his muscular right arm.
Most prominent is a tattoo of the taijitu or yin-yang symbol, only it’s not the traditional curved one. It’s the one with black and white lines.Taijitu symbolizes the two opposing forces in nature.
“Rachel?” He holds a glass of orange juice to my lips. “Drink this.”
The blood pulses in my veins. I can feel it thump-thump-thumping in my limbs, and I know what happened. We’d beenrunning up and down the stairs all day, unloading the truck, and I only ate a piece of toast for breakfast.
As I was standing in the hot shower, my hands started to shake, but I didn’t want to make Zane wait. I really was afraid he’d leave without me.
Blinking slowly, I wrap an arm over my waist as I try to sit up straighter. The water is off at least, and Edward is at the door not looking at me.
