Page 72 of Marks of Rebellion
We go inside, and Ryker comes out of the other room with wet hair and a towel. "Morning."
I throw him his backpack. "You left this at the house."
"Thanks. I'll go change." He leaves the room and comes back within minutes.
Julieta picks up a coffee cup on the counter and hands it to him.
"Did you get one?" he asks.
She smiles. "I've got another pot on. It won't take long."
"Why don't you have this one? I can wait."
"No, it's okay. You have it."
"You sure? I'll take the next one."
What the...
Vanessa raises her eyebrows and bites her lip.
Ryker takes a sip. "Mmm. Here, have a sip." He holds the mug out to her, and she drinks.
Oh my God. He screwed her.
No. Not Julieta.
Vanessa clears her throat. "This is a nice place. The decor is amazing. You had an awesome designer. For the main house, too." The guesthouse matches the bright colors the other place has.
Julieta glances around. "Thanks. I did it."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"Wow. It should be photographed for a magazine."
"She's right. You have some mad skills," I offer.
"Well, thank you, Hunter."
"Agreed. You have A plus plus plus skills," Ryker says.
She beams.
Oh, he didn't.
Vanessa spins so her back is to them, and her eyes widen.
"Sorry to break up your party, but we need to get going."
"Two minutes, and we'll have coffee for the road," Julieta replies. "There should be a thermos somewhere around here." She bends and sorts through things in a floor cabinet.
Ryker stares at her ass with a giddy expression.
I hand Ryker his gun. "You left this in the house last night, too."
You were obviously preoccupied.
