Page 48 of Reckless: Collision

“Eight,” I counter, because if he thinks he can just dictate my schedule?—

Is that a smile tugging at his lips? “Seven.”

“Seven forty-five.”

“Seven.”

I point my fork at him like a weapon. “You can show up at seven, but I’ll be there at eight.” A pause. “Where exactly is this happening?”

Jinx nearly chokes on his chicken. “Training room. West wing.”

“See, when you say shit like that, it’s when I realize we are not in the same tax bracket.” I stab another piece of chicken. “The west wing. Who even talks like that?”

“Parkour!” Jinx’s sudden outburst makes me jump.

“Don’t distract me from?—”

“No, Glitch. That’s what I’m teaching you.” His grin holds that edge of beautiful chaos that makes my pulse skip. “Free running. Urban escape. The art of getting the fuck out of dodge with style.”

“I’m taking her to Sanctuary.” Theo’s announcement makes Ryker groan. “Don’t start. It’s happening.”

“We can discuss that later,” Ryker grits out, but there’s something in his tone that makes me wonder exactly what kind of sanctuary has an alpha this worked up.

I turn to my safest bet. “What about you, Finn? What trust fall do you have planned?”

Finn finishes chewing thoughtfully, and something about his measured pause sets off warning bells.

Jinx chuckles. “You think we’re the adrenaline junkies? You have no idea.”

“Base jumping,” Finn says simply, like he hasn’t just dropped a bomb in the middle of dinner.

“Come again?” My voice definitely doesn’t squeak.

“Not yet,” Jinx mutters, and I pretend not to hear him.

“Zip lining is second,” Finn continues, pushing up those adorable glasses. “But I honestly prefer base jumping. Though we could start with a hike to check out the points where we can jump.”

“You are out of your ever-loving mind.” This time I definitely squeak.

“Told you.” Jinx’s grin widens. “Finn likes to jump.”

A blush creeps up Finn’s neck, and damn if that combination of shy and deadly isn’t doing things to me. “It’s a trust fall.”

“I didn’t think you meant literally falling!” The tremor in my hands is back, but for entirely different reasons now.

“We could always dive out of a plane.” Finn’s voice carries a thread of excitement that shouldn’t be sexy. “You’d have to be strapped to me for the first few jumps.”

Oh hell. My brain short-circuits at the image—Finn’s body pressed against mine, nothing but sky around us. The withdrawal symptoms definitely aren’t helping my self-control.

“Base jump.” Ryker’s tone brooks no argument. “It’s come in handy for us before, and considering you jumped between high-rises, I’d bet money you’ll try something like that again. But what if you slip?”

“Don’t come at me with logic.” I hate that he has a point. Hate even more how my traitorous body remembers the rush of that leap between buildings, how the adrenaline filled the void where my tech addiction usually lives.

“He’s right.” Finn’s quiet agreement feels like betrayal.

“You’re supposed to be on my side.”

“That’s not going to happen.” The finality in his voice sends an inappropriate shiver down my spine.

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