Page 60 of Ricochet

His hard eyes turned her way. “See ya, Adelia.”

Shit. “But we’re headed to the bathroom, Hawke.”

“It can wait.”

“No, it can’t,” Seven snapped.

“Piss your pants for all I care. We’re talking. Now.”

“And we have to discuss female things. The type that would make you very uncomfortable,” she continued.

“Cry, bleed, or rant later. We’re talking. Now.”

Fucking hell. Hawke never acted likethis, and Seven knew that as much as Adelia did.

Seven turned to Adelia. “You go on without me. It’ll be fine.”

Hawke rolled his eyes. “Yeah, go take a piss without each other. It’ll be fine. For fuck’s sake.”

Adelia’s knees wobbled, but she sneered an appropriate fuck-you response to Hawke, who’d expect nothing less. “Catch you two soon.” She headed inside.

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