Binding 13 (Boys of Tommen, #1)

by Chloe Walsh

“Johnny, she can take a shower here, can’t she?” My eyes bulged. “What?” “Uh, yeah, I guess,” Johnny, who was still standing behind me, replied slowly. “If she wants?” Joey, who had returned to his perch at the island, nodded his head. “Good idea, Gibs,” he agreed between forkfuls of egg and sausage. “Wash that wet dog smell off ya before we have to drive home in small confines.” “I don’t smell,” I muttered. “You stink,” both Gibsie and Joey said in unison. “Fuck off the pair of you and leave her alone,” Johnny piped up, sounding aggravated. “She doesn’t smell bad at all.” “You don’t smell it because you’re immune,” Gibsie retorted. Turning to Joey, he said, “He lets the mutt sleep on his bed every night.” “Call my dog a mutt again and you’ll be wearing that frying pan,” Johnny warned. “My sincerest apologies, lad.” Gibsie threw his hands up in retreat. “I never meant to insult your precious pooch.” Ignoring the snickering and banter, I swung around and stared up at Johnny. “I’m so sorry about this.” His attention flickered from the boys to me and stayed there. “It’s okay, Shannon.” His voice was impassive, but his eyes were burning with something I was afraid to decipher because I had the distinct feeling that in this moment, my eyes mirrored his. “You can wash up in my bathroom.” “No, honestly, it’s okay.” My face was burning with embarrassment. “I don’t have to shower in your house.” “Ah, yeah you fucking do,” Joey called out. “I meant it when I said you’re not getting ...