Sneaking back in wasn't as easy as you hoped.

Sure, you managed to slip back into the house via the pool porch door, undetected by Grayson, who was swimming. Also, you got past whoever was munching in the pantry before Mrs. Laughlin came down. But walking through the grand halls of Hawthorne House? The feeling of being constantly watched, whether that was true or not, made it impossible.

Just when you thought you were in the clear, getting back to the guest wing Avery had prepared for you, you stopped suddenly. But were too late, as the person on your tail, tall and leanly muscular, had his arms around your waist.

Nash Hawthorne's familiar Texas drawl reached your ears. "What're you doing out past your bedtime, darlin'?"

"Sneaking around?" He continued asking, once you refused to answer. This Hawthorne brother in particular... loved to baby you, and play with you.