Myrna opened her eyes and blinked in the bright morning sunshine. When her eyes adjusted to the light, she found Brian sleeping beside her. She wasn't sure how she ended up in bed with him, but she was grateful to find him so close. It made it easier to apologize. She should have done it last night.
She lifted her hand to touch his face.
His eyes fluttered open and he smiled. "Good morning, beautiful."
"Oh Brian," she murmured, her eyes strangely watery. "I'm sorry about last night. And I'm sorry I'm not more available for you. You're always so good to me and I just can't bring myself to…" She shook her head. "But I do want to compromise. So if you still want me to stay with you in L.A., I promise to hang around a couple of days and do anything you want before I go home to get caught up on work. How does that sound?"
He kissed her nose and smiled. "Like a compromise."
"I'll try to be better about finding middle ground."
"And I'll try to be more patient."
"That biblical Job guy ain't got nothing on you, sweetie." She stroked his hair from his cheek. "I don't know how you put up with me."
"I think you do," he said, "but I've been forbidden to say it."
Her heart thrummed in her chest and she covered his lips with her fingertips before he let that blasted l-word slip.
A hard, warm body plastered itself to Myrna's back. She stiffened and held her breath. They weren't alone? Within seconds, the man had splayed his hand over her belly, intertwined his bare legs with hers and buried his face in her neck.
Brian chuckled. "Mr. Cuddles strikes again."
"Soft," Trey murmured in her ear. He snuggled closer.
Just Trey. She emitted her held breath and relaxed. Trey snuggled closer still.
"Don't let him smother you," Brian advised.
"I don't think I can move."
"Shhhh," Trey murmured, his nose pressed behind her ear. "Sleeping."
Brian chuckled and shook his head. "You might as well go back to sleep. He won't move for a while."
Myrna wasn't sure how anyone could be expected to sleep when sandwiched between two sexy guitarists.