Wilde Horses by Jannine Gallant

Author:Jannine Gallant [Gallant, Jannine]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kensington
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 15

Blake stepped into the shower and stood for a moment beneath the spray. His conscience plagued him despite his boast to Pris that he had no reason to feel guilty. Turning off that protective big brother role he’d played around her for years was hard. Obviously he wasn’t as sharp as Eden, who’d seen right off the bat that Pris wanted more from him than simple friendship. But he’d have to be a complete fool to deny she had a jealous streak. He released a frustrated breath, reached for the bottle of shampoo and flipped open the lid.

“Blake.”

The bottle slipped through his fingers and hit the shower floor. A stream of liquid squirted out and began to bubble. When the foam touched his foot, he jerked it away. “Son of a bitch!”

“Blake?” The bathroom door opened. “What’s wrong?”

Backing toward the edge of the shower, he held his burning foot beneath the spray of water then bent to carefully set the plastic container upright on the tile floor.

“Are you okay?” The shower door cracked open, and Eden gazed at him with wide eyes. “You yelled pretty loud.”

He turned off the water and let out a shaky breath. His fingers trembled as he slicked back his hair. “Yeah, I’m okay. Thanks to you.”

“What do you mean?” Reaching toward the rack next to the toilet, she pulled down a towel and handed it to him.

“I mean you might have been wrong to think whoever wanted to hurt me gave up.”

Some of the color faded from her face. “What happened?”

Stepping out onto the bathmat, he pointed at the foam residue on the shower floor. “That’s not shampoo. If I hadn’t dropped the bottle when you said my name, I have a feeling you’d be hauling me to the ER. Again.”

He unfurled the towel and wrapped it around his waist then held up his right foot. The side of his big toe was red.

“I don’t understand.” Her voice quavered.

“Someone put some kind of chemical in my shampoo bottle. My foot only touched it for a second before I washed it off. Imagine what would have happened if I’d poured it on my head—which is exactly what I was about to do when you called out. I jumped and let go of the bottle.”

“Oh, my God.” Reaching for him, she gripped his arm. “It would probably have burned your face and scalp. Maybe blinded you if it got in your eyes.”

His stomach clenched. “Someone really doesn’t like me.”

“What do we do now? Call the police?”

“I guess so. Maybe there are prints other than mine on the bottle.”

She pulled her cell out of her back pocket. “I’ll phone the sheriff’s office. You’d better get dressed.” Her gaze clung to his. “This sure isn’t how I envisioned spending the rest of the evening.”

“After my talk with Pris earlier, I was certain nothing could get much worse. It’s amazing how wrong a person can be.”

She pressed a hand to his wet chest, her fingers sliding across his skin. “The night isn’t over yet, but for now, get some clothes on.

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