That last sentence made Brooke's blood run cold. She didn't want to know what he'd do to her if he did have to ask her again. Keeping her back to him, Brooke untucked the towel from around her and let it fall to the floor. She shifted back on the bed a little and pulled her legs up, curling into a little ball on her side, her back to him. She was trying her best to keep her modesty, although she guessed there wasn't much point in that any more. She just felt so vulnerable.