She wilted against him, sagging like a deflated balloon. Around her the water was cooling, and a shiver burst over her skin. Ethan cursed softly and fumbled with his foot for the drain.
“Let’s get out and we’ll talk in the bedroom. We could both use some rest and it would be nice to hold you for a while.”
He braced himself on the sides and pushed himself upward. Water rained down all around as it spilled from his body. He stepped out and reached for a towel. This time, she stared unabashedly as he dried himself off.
When he was done, he got another towel and laid it aside. Then he reached for her hands and pulled her to stand. As she stepped out, he wrapped the towel around her and pulled her against his naked body.
He rubbed her dry from head to toe and then toweled her hair.
“I know I told you to get an outfit, but how ’bout I give you one of my shirts, and when we get up later you can dress. Or maybe we’ll just stay in bed until tomorrow.”
She offered a tremulous smile. “That sounds nice. I’m so tired.”
He kissed her upturned lips then backed away. “Stay right there. I’ll get dressed and get you a shirt.”
He returned a second later wearing gym shorts and carrying a T-shirt for her. He pulled it over her head, and it fell down her body to her knees. She looked down and then back up at him.
“That shirt never looked as good on me,” he said with a smile. Then he reached for her hand. “Ready?”
She slipped her fingers into his and nodded.
CHAPTER 18
A normal bed. It looked warm, soft and inviting, and she all but dove into the mound of covers. The simplest pleasures, ones that would be so easy to take for granted in everyday life, were now the sweetest. A hot bath. A comfortable bed. All the things she’d been denied for a year.
“Am I even going to be able to find you underneath all those covers?” Ethan teased as he crawled onto the bed.
“I think I’ll just stay here for a week,” she said wistfully.
“I could be persuaded,” he said as he settled beside her.
He lay on his side and propped his head in his palm as he wedged his elbow between the pillows. She stared up at him, studying his expression, the different glints of his eyes.
“Your eyes are darker than Sam’s,” she mused. “You look a lot like Garrett. You think that’s why I remember him?”
He blinked as if he hadn’t expected the random thoughts she’d thrown his way.
Her brow crinkled as she brought Donovan’s face into view. “Donovan has green eyes, but the rest of you have blue eyes.”
Ethan smiled and touched her cheek. “Slow down, baby. Let me catch up.”
She burrowed a little deeper into the covers and stifled a yawn as she stared up at him. She loved the contrast between the white sheets and his tanned skin. He was a beautiful thing to behold, and she ate him up with her eyes.
Had she always looked at him with such adoration? Why couldn’t she remember? A spark of emotion. Anything.
Darkness crept up again, uninvited and insidious. Fear took hold. Fear of the unknown, but there was also a fear of remembering. Why? What dark secrets did this seemingly perfect house hide?
“Most of us have blue eyes. Dad has blue eyes and Mom has brown. Van ended up with green, while Nathan and Joe got Mom’s brown eyes.”
“I thought brown was always dominant over blue,” she said with a frown.
“You’re asking a dumb military grunt to explain genetics?”
“You’re not dumb,” she said fiercely.
He grinned and smoothed his thumb over her lips. “Still as feisty as ever when it comes to sticking up for those you love. Anyway, my granddad on my mom’s side had blue eyes, so Mom obviously carries the gene or whatever you call it. Geesh, I haven’t done those stupid gene squares since high school.
“And yes, I look the most like Garrett, but you and Garrett were . . . close. That’s probably why you remember him.”
“I don’t remember your other brothers at all. Or your mother.” She sighed. “How can I face them all when they’ll be strangers to me?”
Ethan shifted his weight slightly, and he scooted lower into the bed until their noses were just a breath apart.
“This isn’t about them. It’s about you. They aren’t going to be angry. Sad? Probably,