Eye of the Beholder by Dana Marie Bell Page A

“Morning breath.”
    “Your breath smells f…hell, woman, what crawled into your mouth and died?” He laughed as she began beating him with a pillow. “Uncle! Uncle!”
    “Hah. Big bad warrior dude felled by tiny female with a pillow. Take that, sexism!”
    “Don’t forget the hideous breath weapon you wield.” Travis laughed again and hid behind his arms when she raised the pillow, snarling at him.
    “That’s better.” She lowered the pillow, settling back against his thighs. His erection throbbed between her thighs.
    Wait. When did I crawl into his lap? She looked down at him, startled. Her legs were curled up on either side of his hips. She raised and lowered herself carefully, her movements becoming bouncier as she realized there was no pain. She scrambled for the edge of the nightgown, pulling it up to reveal a perfectly smooth stomach. She touched, unable to believe her eyes. “The scars are gone.” She looked down at him, knowing she was grinning like a loon. “My scars are gone!”
    He nodded, his smile growing as his hand joined hers on her stomach. His touch was warm and soothing.
    “Did you do this?”
    He shook his head. “That’s one of Logan’s powers.”
    “How pissed do you think Jordan’s going to be when I offer myself up as his love slave?”
    She was on her back so fast her head was spinning. “Care to repeat that?” Travis lowered his body against hers, his hips pinning hers to the bed.
    “Breath of death, remember?” She grinned weakly. She blew at him, laughing reluctantly when he gagged and fell off her, curling up on his side. His hand was at his throat as he gasped for air.
    She got out of bed with a sniff.
    “Aw, c’mon. Come back to bed? Please? Just keep your face away from mine and everything will be fine.”
    She slammed the bathroom door shut, ignoring his renewed laughter.
    He came in just as she finished brushing her teeth. “Are you done yet?”
    She turned off the water. “Mostly. I still need to brush my hair, wash my face, put on my makeup, what are you doing?” She watched as, naked, he bent over the tub.
    “You ask me that a lot. Have you noticed that?”
    Dear God, he had the most incredible ass. He turned on the water before turning to the toilet. “I gather you want a shower?”
    He lifted the seat. “Yeah, don’t you? Where are you going?”
    She ignored the sounds of him relieving himself and left the bathroom. She’d just go ahead and get dressed while he did his, um, morning stuff.
    She pulled the nightgown over her head and tossed it on the bed. She leaned down and pulled her panties off, adding them to the growing pile of dirty laundry. She’d need to get to that sooner rather than later. Relying on the men to take care of things was getting old, even if Kir was a fairly decent housekeeper.
    She missed her apartment, more than she’d thought she would. The freedom to do whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted was something she’d cherished after living with her overbearing father. But she had the feeling that freedom was a long way off for her now. Until Grimm was stopped permanently none of the men were going to be willing to let her out of their sight.
    “Damn.”
    Especially Travis . She didn’t turn around. Even though he’d seen her naked breasts in the mirror last night she hadn’t been aware of it until after the fact. Add in that this time she was not only completely naked but bent over and he had to be getting an eyeful. Turning around now felt tantamount to giving him permission. “I thought you were going to take a shower?” Because I planned to have clothing on the next time I saw you.
    “Huh?”
    She looked over her shoulder to find his gaze glued to her ass. She slapped her hands over the globes, horrified. “Travis. I thought you were a gentleman. ”
    He sighed happily and walked forward, his arms reaching for her. “Someone lied to you, then.”
    She squeaked and dove for the bed, determined to preserve what was