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Whatever.

But also relatable.

“Should I call someone?” I muttered to myself, hugging Zeke’s oversized flannel tighter around my body. “Wake Dante up? Is this a cow-related emergency?”

Because honestly? I’m not altogether sure a cow should be just wandering around the place.

Oh well.

That could wait until after I got a shower.

I needed soap.

Possibly holy water.

And underwear. Let’s not forget the fact that I had none.

Just my dress and Zeke’s flannel.

No bra. No panties. Which is not a vibe I’m emotionally prepared to rock first thing in the morning while walking into Avery’s house like a hungover Disney villain.

I didn’t even have more than two beers.

Biting my lip, I slip through Avery and Dante’s front door as quietly as possible, padding toward the guest bathroom like a ninja in borrowed lumberjack couture.

The water pressure was glorious.

The soap smelled like honey and sage. And for about five whole minutes, I forgot that maybe this could get weird.

I mean, I just slept with a man whose eyes literally glowed, who made me feel things that would probably make a nun combust, and he was kinda sorta my friend’s hubby’s friend.

Geezus. Someone get me a family tree to fill in, quick!

But so what? It didn’t matter whose friend he was.

Last night was just a moment out of time.

No big deal.

Not like Zeke would want to announce it to the world that we spent all night boinking at his place.

I was stressing for no reason.

Of course, the second I stepped out of the bathroom—clean, damp, wrapped in a towel and armed with the idea that I could slink back to my room unnoticed—everyone was there, just waiting.

Avery. Penny. Jezebel. Arliss.

All perched around the kitchen island with coffee mugs in hand, cute little robes—seriously, where could I get one—and matching smirks.

“Oh good, Sleeping Beauty’s awake,” Avery chirped.

“Actually, she looks well rested for someone who didn’t get much sleep last night,” Jez drawled, taking a pointed sip of her mug.

“I’d even say she’s glowing,” Penny added helpfully.

Arliss arched a brow. “And walking like a woman who’s finally found religion.”

I froze, mid-step, hair dripping onto the hardwood floor, the second towel I have draped around me slipping just slightly off one shoulder.