As Mia began stripping off her clothes behind the flimsy barrier of the barely opaque dollar store shower curtain, Brax turned his back and scrubbed both hands down his face. He could do this. He could be the support she needed.
The curtain rustled, and fabric dropped to the floor behind him. The shirt. Her jeans. Her underwear. He darted a glance at the mirror over the sink and caught the silhouette of her curves as she bent to turn on the water. His body stirred.
Horrified, he slammed his eyes shut. She’d just been assaulted. What the hell kind of perv was he, noticing her body right now?
The stingy spray of water wasn’t enough to hide the hitch in her breath or the sob she tried to hold back. The sound of it flayed him. In all the years he’d known her, he’d never seen her break. Not
