Page 9 of Moros

Resisting the urge to pull my hood over my head, I turned my head out the window to stare at my cycle. The parking spots on either side of it was clear.

I didn’t mind.

“Here you go.”

I looked up to see her setting a kind of slush drink in front of me and one on the other side of the table. When she was settled again, her shoulders rose almost to her ears then fell.

“Could—I wanted to find out why those men were after me.” Ryanne cleared her throat. “I would ask Dude, but—well—different countries. Could you help me?”

“Help you—with what, exactly?”

“Make sure I don’t get myself killed while I do a little bit of digging.” Was her reply.

“You don’t think they were after your wallet?”

Ryanne tilted her head.

“I don’t think so. It wouldn’t have taken three of them to take my purse or my wallet. There’s a bad feeling in my stomach every time I think about it. And until I find something out, I keep looking over my shoulder—I now own mace!”

I sighed.

“I’d pay you.”

I chuckled. “No offense, Miss—Ryanne. You couldn’t afford me.”

“Why? Because I work here?”

After a sip of my drink—fruity, blueberry—I set the tall glass back on the table and lounged back in my seat.

“Okay, can you afford me?”

“How much do you charge for bodyguarding?”

I quirked a brow.

“You want me to guard your body?”

She shook her head. “This was a mistake.”

I stopped her as she tried to leave, and she stared into my eyes for a while. This was the longest any woman had stared into my face since I’d been hurt.

What is it about this woman?

“Sit,” I said. “Please.”

Ryanne relented and sat. I drank more from my drink, the taste of it growing on me.

“Seriously, do you think you’re in danger?” I asked.

“I’m not sure,” Ryanne said. “God, I hope not. I hope this is a wild goose chase and it amounts to nothing.”

Nodding, I completely understood that feeling.

“I tell you what.” I finished the drink. “How about you get me another one of these drinks—what other flavours do they have?”

“This is passionfruit.”

“Okay, you get me one of the passionfruit ones and I’ll look into a few things.” I told her. “Once we have more information, we can better make decisions.”

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