Page 116 of Blood and Bonbons

“Yeah?”

“Did you move my bag? I had a change of clothes in it.”

I shot Vena a disbelieving look. She smirked at me and started for the living room.

“What did it look like?” Vena asked.

I hurried after her and was only two steps behind her when she turned the corner to the living room. If not for her lead, I would have crashed into her. As it was, it was just enough of a delay to watch her face plant into Anchor’s very naked chest. One of his arms went around her waist to catch her, and the other held onto the ends of the towel that was too small to close around his waist fully.

“Are you okay?” Anchor asked, looking down at her in shock.

She didn’t lift her head.

“So good,” she breathed from between his enormous pecs.

“Okay,” I said, grabbing her by the ponytail and hauling her back.

She was grinning like an idiot, and Anchor looked like he was two seconds from throwing her over his shoulder.

“I’ll…wait in the bathroom,” he said. He took one slow, deep breath then turned on his heel and closed himself inside.

“What are you doing?” I mouthed at Vena, who was no longer smiling.

She used her phone to write out:I’m trying to make him run. I saw Cross lurking around outside. If Anchor leaves, we can go check out Sierra’s tonight.

I grabbed the phone from her and typed out:We don’t even know where she lives,then handed it back to her.

“Find his bag and go to bed, Vena. It’s been a very long day with too many close calls, don’t you think?”

I loved Miles, but I knew he would not be okay with how reckless Vena was with our safety. And she knew it, too.

She gave me a sad look and nodded.

Opening the closet door, she took out Anchor’s bag and gave it to me.

“I guess it’s better if you give it to him.”

I was tempted to add a snarky, “That’s what she said.” But refrained since Anchor was likely listening.

Once she was back in her room, I knocked on the bathroom door.

“Anchor, I have your bag.”

He cracked open the door and looked past me to Vena’s closed door.

“Sorry,” I mumbled.

He shook his head as if to clear it. “It’s okay. Thank you for finding it.”

While he dressed, I went into the kitchen and made him a sandwich. I added enough meat and cheese to take his mind off Vena. Hopefully.

By the time I was done, Anchor had found his way to the kitchen. He eyed the sandwich as if afraid to ask for it.

“Double the meat and mayo on both pieces of bread,” I said. “Want mustard?”

“It’s for me?” he asked.

“Yep. For having to sleep on the couch and saving our butts at Blur. Did you get hurt?”

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