Chapter 20
I woke to an Atwood male leaning over me...but not the one I’d gone to bed with. Instead, it was Ransom’s eyes gleaming with approval as he took in my unclad state.
“My brother should learn to share,” he murmured, lips twisting into a smirking smile. I didn’t smell any actual arousal and had a feeling he was just being a jerk. But that didn’t prevent me from closing my fingers around a sword that was abruptly under the bedclothes along with me, just in case.
Then I remembered what was missing from this picture. Where was Gunner and why wasn’t he tearing out his brother’s throat?
For half a second, I thought last night’s argument had been more divisive than even I realized. Then the hotel-room door banged open and Gunner came in backwards, his hands full of a paper bag and a
