Beau and I followed closely behind Archer as he made his way toward Neil’s bedroom. Steven, carrying Mia, skirted along behind us.
At Neil’s door, Archer doesn’t bother knocking, he simply barges inside. The door’s still unlocked. You’d think Neil would have learned his lesson by now.
I’m about to plow into the room after Archer, when Beau grabs me with both arms around my waist, and yanks me back. He holds me prisoner against his chest.
“Shhh,” he whispers in my ear. “It’s better if we just stay out here and listen.”
I want to argue, but a lot of that desire stems from the embarrassment at being so suddenly and closely held by Beau who, unfortunately, has the same effect on my body that the other brothers do.
Still, even through my vaguely lust-fill fog, I can Beau’s making sense. Ne
