Page 45 of Breathe
“Unless you want to wear this hot cocoa,” Rip said with a lifted brow.
The stranger swallowed in the face of just how good-looking the big dark-haired man and slender teen were and disappeared.
“Why’d you stop me? He deserved it,” Boston pouted, and Rip released his grip with a sigh.
“This is a civilized establishment,” Rip said.
“If you’re implying I’m not civilized, then you’re right,” Boston said, his grin cheeky.
Azrael gazed around the coffee shop, expecting Real to be hiding in the wings, but the place was empty of his warrior.
A sting hit his eyes and he gazed down at this cup, squeezing it tight.
“We’re trying to figure out what Real is afraid of,” Boston told Rip.
Jerking his gaze up from the cup to Boston, he gaped at his friend.
Sometimes, Boston was uncannily smart.
“I probably shouldn’t say anything,” Rip said.
Azrael pinned the man with a cold, hard stare. “If you don’t, I’ll cut you.”
Boston burst out laughing and Rip smirked.
“He thinks…it’s hero worship on your part.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?”
Outraged, Azrael could only stare at Rip as the wheels turned in his head.
Three days later…
Hero worship.
That was all that had been.
And he had to fucking remember that.
Real ducked when his opponent threw a punch.
The trainee bounced on the mat and threw a double punch with a high kick. Sounds of others sparring filled the area.
A massive air conditioner kicked on, sending a blast of cold air through the Genesis training facility.
The Nightfall Drifters Ranch was located in Smith, Nevada, and even though it was January, the air inside the massive building was still needed.
Right now, Real enjoyed the cold air blowing on his heated skin.
The feel of Azrael’s lips on his was something he couldn’t shake. The feeling of the younger man’s legs wrapped around his body a visual that just wouldn’t go the fuck away.
Their night in bed was forever lodged into his core.
Real dodged a swing from the trainee and lightly stepped away.
He had searched for Azrael after his date with Winter, but the young assassin had disappeared like vapor. He had combed through the Hyatt House, but there was no sign.
Real had returned to the hospital, but Azrael was gone.
