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Jesus Christ. A little help here! Eli yelled.
The intense sound of rushing water reached their ears the closer they got. Caelan shouldered open the
door and his feet flew out from under him. He landed on his ass in a growing puddle of water with Eli
above him trying unsuccessfully not to laugh, his hands shielding his face from the assault.
Her faucet had become a fountain. Caelan groaned, both his pride and ass bruised. This is what he got
for trying to help out his dunderhead brother.
Chapter Five
Oh, now that s a real shame. Get the men some towels, Tulla.
Tieran cringed at her grandmother s mock-sympathetic tone. You did this?
Water sprayed out in spectacular geyser fashion where the faucet had once been. Eli did a poor job of
covering it with his hands while Caelan disappeared beneath the sink to try and shut it off. By the time the
water stopped flowing, both of them were soaking wet and breathing heavily. From her vantage point
outside the door, Tieran remained relatively dry.
She pursed her lips in an attempt to keep from laughing at the dripping men filling the small space of her
bathroom.
Don t you dare laugh, Caelan grumbled, a big drop falling from the tip of his nose.
Tieran snorted and covered her mouth with her hand. She cast her gaze to the floor, staring at the black
and white tile beneath the water. The shag bathmat was waterlogged, having absorbed a ton already, or
they would be standing in a half-inch of water.
What the hell did you do, E? Caelan ground out. His face was as red as a beet and Tieran was
tempted to lick the trickle that ran down his chin. Her tummy did a little flip-flop just looking at him. His
shirt was plastered to his chest and his hair stood on end. In a word, he looked yummy.
What did I do? Eli demanded. It s this freaked-out house, I tell you
Hey, I take exception to that fact. Tieran stopped just short of stomping her foot. Eli s slander of her
home broke through her thoughts of throwing Caelan down on the floor and having her way with him.
That s right. Fact, he said, stabbing a finger at her. Caelan growled low in his throat and Eli
immediately curled his finger into his fist, dropping it to his side. His cheeks reddened beneath his tanned
face. Sorry.
At least he had the gumption to apologize, even if he wasn t really sorry at all, and his brother had
prompted it. Twins, equal, yet there was clearly a division in the hierarchy here. She remembered them
talking about Caelan being some kind of Prime.
Tieran cleared her mind and took a deep breath. Who was she kidding? Her house was freaked out .
Had been since before her grandmother had moved in forty-five years ago.
Hey, now I m taking exception.
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For what? Your house is weird. Always has been, always will be. Get over it.
Tieran Annabelle Jones, my house is not weird.
Oh yeah? What about the front door? The space in the closet that doesn t like clothes? Oh, and let s
not forget the lamp that turns on and off with no explanation.
Hmmph. The door is old, for Pete s sake, the rod is crooked, and the lamp has a short in it.
Tieran snorted. The only thing with a short in it is you.
Tullabelle!
Gramama!
Hello? Earth to Tieran.
She jerked her head up. Caelan was waving his hand in front of her face and snapping.
What? She felt her cheeks flame with embarrassment. They probably thought she was a fruit loop, the
way she kept going away. Of course, they did turn into wolves&
Where d you go just then?
Hmm? She nibbled on her lip and picked at an imaginary hangnail.
Tieran.
She jumped, startled by the reprimand in Caelan s voice.
Do not keep things from me, my own.
Keep what from you? Geez, did he think he owned her? Besides, she d already told him who she
talked to when she went away . Weren t they listening? They had to have been. Part of their makeup
was supersonic dog hearing, wasn t it?
She shrugged. Look, it s no big deal about the faucet. These little things that happen are the story of
my life. Forget about it.
Eli cleared his throat. I would, except it didn t happen to you this time. It happened to me, and things
like this, he grumbled and waved his hand at the mess surrounding them, don t happen to me. Ever.
Period, end of story.
Yes, but you re here, in my house, with me. My& whatever you call it& rubs off on you by
association. She propped her hands on her hips, satisfied with her rebuttal. They didn t need to know
her gramama had somehow caused the disaster. She d get to the bottom of that later. There had to be a
reason behind her grandmother s intrusion.
Eli ran both hands through his hair, making the ends stick up in wet spikes all around. I ve got a meeting
to get to. He pulled at his drenched shirt. Looks like I m going to need to borrow some of those
clothes I just brought you, Cael.
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Clothes? What clothes? Why did you bring him clothes? Oh goody, the babbling idiot was back.
We ll talk about it later. Among other things, Caelan muttered as he easily pushed by her and headed
for her bedroom.
Eli dropped two towels from the bar onto the floor to sop up some more of the water. Acting like a
human mop, he did a dance on the towels. At the same time he peeled his shirt up. The muscles of his
abdomen rippled as he stretched the clinging fabric over his head. Tieran s gaze riveted on him and her
jaw fell. They really were identical, perfect pieces of flesh any artist would be thrilled to get their hands
on.
She itched to rub her fingers over his belly then shook herself. This was Eli. Not Caelan, Eli. She had no
business thinking of him like this. Not twenty minutes ago she d been grossed out by the thought of them
sharing, and now she was lusting after her mate s brother.
Tieran groaned at her use of the word mate. They d brainwashed her, pure and simple. In less than
twenty-four hours, Caelan had somehow convinced her brain she was his mate. His powers of
persuasion were incredible.
Caelan did not brainwash you and you know it. Deep down inside you feel connected to him, Tulla. Be
honest with yourself.
You be honest, Gramama, you aren t standing here lusting after your mate s brother. Geez, there I go
again. Do you see what I m up against?
Yes, Tulla, I do. The big picture, not how afraid you are of getting serious with Caelan, but how much
your lives are about to be impacted. Trust. It will all come down to trust. Trust in each other, Tieran.
Never forget that.
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