Page 92 of Twisted Revelations

A fast hug came next. “Love you, Bev,” she whispered into my neck.

“I love you too,” I returned. “I’m also glad that you’re no longer a virgin,” I blurted. I wasn’t going to let her off easy.

My words froze her in place with her nose buried in my neck. When she moved, a coy smile was all that followed my statement. It was also confirmation that my gay best friend was now bi-sexual. The revelation floored me, so I’d have to let it gradually settle into my mind.

Laura liked Dax more than she was letting on, but I didn’t call her on it. She’d already filled her brain with delusions that their relationship was a spur-of-the-moment fling, but I didn’t believe so. I’d been around her more than half my life. For Laura to take things to a sexual level with a man, things were serious, deadly serious.

Instead of holding the therapy session she’d deny she needed, I decided to forgo it until she was ready to talk about it. It pleased me she could find a semblance of happiness outside the open legs of another woman.

This was also the longest she’d been around someone she was romantically involved with. The poor women she’d catch and turn out usually lasted a week, two tops, before she was ready to trade them in for the next victim.

A smile crept across my face as she ambled out of the door. She was the toughest woman I knew. If she cared for you, she’d be the first one riding a flame into hell to fight for you. Dax and I needed to have another talk. World’s best assassin or not, if he hurt my friend, I’d kill him.

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The low squeakof the door sounded and drew me from a light sleep. My smile came easy at the sight of Luke. His tall frame blocked the light shining in from the hallway. The lamp gave enough brightness to showcase his handsome face and the shimmering blue in his eyes.

I sat up, anxious to get closer to him. I didn’t care what Laura said about him, I wanted Luke, and I was just realizing how much I was starting to care for him.

My hand rose, reaching for him, drawing him closer and wiping away a bit of the tension he’d stepped into the room with. He took my hand and sat on the edge of the bed. The quiet intensity in his gaze caused a chill to ripple up my spine before it settled in the pit of my stomach.

“I needed to ensure that you were okay,” he stated, but he didn’t say more. My smile and nod gave him the confirmation he’d sought. After way too short a moment, he stood, letting my hand go, his warmth slipping away.

“Good night, Luke.”

“Good night, Beverly.”

My gaze traced the lines of his muscular back working against his shirt. Why couldn’t I open my damn lips and tell him not to leave? Luke was being a gentleman because it’s what he assumed I wanted. I appreciated this aspect of him, but I wouldn’t have minded one bit if he crossed the line.

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