Page 71 of Surge of Ice

I turn away from the mirror and go to the door, wondering which of the guys might have decided to gift me with a few minutes together before they go. To my surprise, all three of them are there, dressed, freshly showered, and looking sexy as hell. My mouth waters and memories from the night before come surging back to me.

“Staring is rude,” Evander says, a husky note to his voice.

I snap my mouth shut, and he steps forward and tugs me around the waist into his arms. “If you don’t want to be stared at, don’t look so good.”

He chuckles. “Want to grab breakfast with us?”

“If I ever say no to that, smack me,” I say, pulling away.

Zane looks horrified. “We would never put our hands on you in such a way! Our hands are meant for pleasure.”

Evander and Aydan exchange a look, and then Aydan puts his arm around Zane’s shoulders. “She was just teasing, man. You’ll get used to her humor, eventually, but be warned, it’s not great.”

I punch Aydan in the shoulder, and he uses his free arm to grab my wrist and pull me against him. Then, before I can call him every name under the sun, he kisses me fiercely.

“Bastard,” I mumble against his chest.

I can feel him grinning when he says, “Don’t I know it.”

“Breakfast,” Evander orders.

Our posse heads down the hall, but I stop midway. “Let’s see if Dahlia wants to join us.”

“I thought she wasn’t a morning person?” Granger reminds me.

I shrug and go buzz her door.

After a ridiculously long time, she answers, hair over her face, wearing pajamas. “What the fuck?”

I wince. “Breakfast.”

She glares into my soul. “No.”

The door closes on her face as her eyelids are already beginning to close.

“I guess my morning angel needs more sleep,” I say with a laugh, and then we’re heading for the elevator again.

“How are you feeling after our night together?” Zane asks me, looking innocent as hell, which is funny given hownot-innocent he was the night before.

My cheeks heat. “It was great.”

“She made that pretty clear, what with the moaning, and the soaking of the bed and all,” Aydan teases.

I glare at him. “Do you want me to hurt you? You sound like a man who wants to have a pillow pressed over his face while he sleeps.”

“Oh,” Zane says, shaking his head, “if you wanted to kill a male dragon, you would have to do a great deal more than that. He would awaken and escape from under the pillow. I do not support you killing Aydan, but you must come up with a better plan than that if you do.”

I laugh. “Thanks, Zane. I’ll remember that.”

When we reach the elevator, I hear Granger call for Aydan and I, and we turn around. He’s hurrying down the hall toward us. I smile and rub my chest. I’d missed Granger lately, but I kept telling myself that we’d have the whole day together today.

Granger jogs up to us, and we exchange grins as the elevator opens and we all climb in. “You guys going for breakfast?” he asks.

I nod. “Breakfast of champions.”

“Our last supper,” Aydan jokes.

I give him a look. “No jokes like that.”

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