Page 17 of Reine's Salvation

“Clearly. Nor did you think much about your clothing. Black jeans, black t-shirt. You’re going to suffocate.”

“It’s not that hot.”

“It’ll get warmer as the sun rises.”

“I’m sure it will,” Reine replied, making sure his tone was lascivious.

Mystique quickened her pace. “We’re going to stop by my house and grab the packs I prepared.”

“You prepared packs?” he asked, incredulous.

She nodded. “I have to admit, I suspected you weren’t coming and if you did come, you were going to show up like that. Here we are.”

“Are you saying I’m a mess?” Reine took a menacing step in her direction. Mystique grinned.

“Me?” She fumbled in her pockets for her keys. “No way, I wouldn’t dare.”

“You hardly know me,” he grumbled.

“You’re easy to read, Reine.” Mystique fit the key into the lock and turned. She pushed open the door. “Do you wanna come in?”

“I think I’ll wait out here.”

She shrugged. “Whatever, it’ll only take a second.”

She went inside, leaving the door slightly open, in case, he suspected, he decided to follow her inside. Reine stared at the wall. Should he go in? He was definitely attracted to the mouthy barmaid, but he hadn’t been with a woman in so long. Doubt crept into his head. He ran his fingers through his hair. What the hell was wrong with him? He’d never had any doubts about his performance, and he wasn’t going to start now. Determined, he started to push the door open.

Mystique appeared before him. She grinned. “Too late. I have everything.” She pushed one of the backpacks into his arms and practically shoved him out the door.

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