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Discovering it was hopelessly twisted, she clutched it to her breasts, anyway, just as Seth, Adrian, and Jerico arrived on her doorstep.
    "What happened?” Seth demanded.
    Abby stared at the men lined up on her back porch steps. Discovering they were all looking her over with patent interest, she tugged at her towel, trying ineffectually to cover herself, though she knew just from the breeze she could feel that she didn't have much covered besides her breasts and not even them very well. “Nothing,” she said stiffly, turning and stalking toward the door with as much dignity as she could muster.
    She wasn't about to stand on the back porch more than half naked and try to explain.
    "You screamed—twice!” Seth said tightly.
    "Because he ... startled me!” Abby snapped once she'd managed to get inside and hide behind the door. “I was trying to light my water heater!"
    "What the hell were you doing over here, Fontaine?"
    Cameron narrowed his eyes at him. “I heard her strike a match. I came to offer to help out,” he ground out.
    "Is that true?” Seth asked her sharply.
    Abby closed her eyes, counted to ten. “Yes! He asked if I had a problem! Thank you for coming to check—everybody! But I'm fine. Goodnight!” Slamming the door closed, she locked it and headed into her bedroom. She halted with a jolt when she caught her reflection in the mirror over her dresser.
    Well, no fucking wonder they were all staring at her! Everything was hanging out! She hadn't managed to do anything but ball the towel up under her breasts! A fat lot of good it had done to grab the damned towel!
    Slinging the towel off angrily, she went to the box that contained her clothes and dug around in it until she found one of the oversized t-shirts she liked to sleep in. There would be no shower tonight!
    Heaving an irritated breath when she'd covered herself, she headed back into the kitchen to make herself a hot drink to chase away the chill from the cold shower she'd almost gotten and the thorough airing she had gotten. She heard the voices of the men on the back porch as she reached the kitchen. After a brief debate, she moved to the door and pushed aside the curtain that covered the window in the top half of the door.
    Adrian was down on his knees, his ass in the air while he tried to shove a match in the hole to light her water heater. Jerico was crouched beside him, holding the button to release the gas and Seth and Cameron were apparently supervising. Both of them with their arms folded, leaning back against the posts on either side of the screen door.
    Cameron had gotten a hell a view, she realized irritably, studying Adrian's butt and realizing he was in the same position she'd been in when Cameron had arrived.
    When she glanced at Seth and Cameron again, she discovered they were watching her rather than the two men trying to light her water heater. Discomfort wafted through her, but the truth was that she'd been too distressed when the ‘incident’ had occurred to feel any of the embarrassment she no doubt would have otherwise, and it wasn't actually clear enough in her mind to give rise to much embarrassment now.
    At least Seth hadn't arrested Cameron, not that she wasn't still irritated that he'd scared her, but she didn't think he'd done it deliberately or that he'd intended her any harm. She hadn't realized how jumpy she was, but she supposed, as hard as it was to deal with and as potentially embarrassing, it was better than not being wary at all.
    It disturbed her that both Cameron and Seth had walked right up on her and she hadn't heard a thing, hadn't had any inkling they were there until they'd spoken. Of course, both times she'd been deeply preoccupied but it still seemed to her that she should've heard them.
    Maybe she had, but she hadn't been alerted because she didn't feel threatened here.
    She discarded that. If she felt perfectly safe, she wouldn't have reacted as violently as she had when she'd discovered their