“Is there another?” he asked with an ahhhhhh.
“Absolutely.” She went back to the table. “Here, I’ll open it for you.”
There was a schhht, and then he was on to number two. More than food, the sugar and the liquid were exactly what he needed, and his eyes finally came back online fully when he was halfway done with the second.
“You look tired,” he said—then caught himself. “Good. I mean. You look good.”
Her smile was wry as she sat down next to the tray on the bald floor. Pushing at her hair, which was standing up at odd angles, she looked . . . well, he could only describe it as “adorable,” even though that was not a word he associated with her strength, her directness, her sexiness.
Shaking her head, she murmured, “I can only guess what I’m like right now—”
“You’re perfect.” As she glanced at him sharply, he took another drink. “We’re more than even after what you did, Rio. You saved me out there.”
“Nah, Mayhem was the one with the code. He opened the door.”
“You picked me up off the ground and carried me inside. I don’t know how you did it.”
“It was more like a drag, and I was motivated, what can I say—”
“Thank you.” As emotion came over him, he looked away from her. “Hey, there’s a shower. And I don’t mind if I do.”
Putting down what was left of the Sprite, he got to his feet, and gave his body a chance to collapse. When his balance held, he zeroed in on the tiled corner of the room. There was a partition to stand behind, and after he started the water, he stripped his sweatshirt off—carefully. His skin was still red across his chest, and especially on that one hand.
Good thing it wasn’t his dagger—
Rio stepped into view down at the other end of the room. She was by the gun rack, her head lowered, her hand hesitating by the rifles that were lined up, soldiers ready for their shooting orders.
“You can look at me,” he said in a deep voice. “I don’t mind it.”
Not in the slightest.
Her head came up and around. Then she ducked her eyes again. “I’m just worried that you’ll slip and fall.”
“There’s an easy solution. Join me.”
What the fuck was he saying here?
As the silence stretched out, he felt like his body had reinflated with strength—and it was not coming from the calories in that soda. Amazing how the mating instinct could kick the crap out of all kinds of minor aches and pains.
And with Mayhem and Apex right outside? And things still momentarily quiet . . .
When she didn’t reply, he smiled sadly. “I’ll be okay in here. You can just take a load off and relax a little—I won’t be long.”
“I wish we were different,” she said with a defeat he did not associate with her.
We are, he thought. More than you’ll ever know—so you’re making the right decision here.
And yet that didn’t stop him from wanting her.
“We can’t be killed.”
He remembered the sunlight on his skin—and did not agree with that. But again, he wasn’t going to inject reality into her insect optimism.
When she refocused on him, her eyes were full of shadows.
Lucan waited for—ohhh, maybe a split second. Then he went back into the shower stall and canned the water routine.
As he returned to her, she laughed awkwardly. “How is it that you always smell so good?”