I smacked at the faucets, turning them off as I tried to keep the plastic curtain around me. Of course, it was practically see-through, because why would I expect anything else? I was going strong on humiliation.

The water trickled to a stop as I lifted my head, peering through wet, cold hair at Kyler. He was crouched by the tub, his eyes wide. “Are you okay?”

I clenched the curtain to my chest. “I think…I broke my butt.”

His lips mashed together as he looked to the side, grabbing a towel from the stack across from the toilet. “Here,” he said. “Let me help you.”

Little bumps spreads across my skin as I knocked his arm away. “I’m okay.”

“What happened?”

I shot him a withering look. “I fell.”

“I got that part.” He held up the big, dry towel.

“The water went ice cold, and I wasn’t even in the shower that long. Not even a minute,” I grumbled, trying to figure out how to get the towel without exposing everything.

Brows knitted, he reached over to the vent and put his hand in front of it. I took that moment to snatch the towel and scoot out from under the curtain. Wrapping it around my chest, I stood on shaky legs. My backside really did hurt.

“Shit,” Kyler said, standing. “I think the damn backup generator is out. Fucking great.”

I didn’t need to ask what that meant. Pipes would freeze. Food might spoil, but with the freezing temps creeping inside that part was doubtful. At least the stuff in the fridge might stay good. The only heat would come from the fireplace.

Kyler grabbed my arm and helped me out, like he expected me to fall again and break my neck. At that point, anything was possible. What little heat that had been running upstairs had completely vanished that quickly. Goosebumps spread over me as we entered the bedroom.

He ran his hand through his hair. “I’ve got to go outside and check it out. Stay in here, okay?”

“Wait.” I started to follow him around the bed. “Is that smart? What if someone really did shoot out that window, Kyler? I don’t want you going outside.”

“I’ll be okay.” He headed for the door.

“Kyler—”

“Someone has to check it out, Syd. I’ll be okay. Just wait for me downstairs where it’s…sort of warm.” He paused, and his expression lost most of the hard edge. “Seriously. I’ll be fine.”

I didn’t like this at all, but he was out the door. If someone was going all hillbilly psycho outside, I didn’t want him out there.

Aaand I was freezing my unmentionables off.