“Katie!” Deacon’s voice thundered. “What the hell happened?”
I swallowed nervously and stared at him. My wet hair clung to the back of my neck, and I was aware for the first time since coming into bed that I was nude. But Deacon wasn’t even looking at my chest; his eyes were locked to my own, staring me down. If I hadn’t been completely and totally panicked, the attention would have been enough to make me blush.
“Katie, what the f**k?” Deacon asked softly. “Did he call again?”
I nodded, glancing down at my lap and staring at my iPhone. It was hard to believe such an innocuous, beautiful little object could cause so much stress and alarm.
“Yeah,” I mumbled softly. “I was in the shower, and I’d just come back to bed.” Nervously, I grabbed my phone and flicked through the missed calls. “H
