She combed her fingers through her wet brown hair. “He’s evil, sis.” She smoothed her hands down her dark jeans. She’d changed into the clothes Harley had left—a white camisole underneath a red cardigan that hung over dark jeans, almost meeting her over-the-knee boots. “It’s not that I’m weirded out by you sleeping with a vampire since you, me, and Jordyn have always had that on our bucket list, but Sam Mason? After what he did to me?”
“I get it, okay? But I can’t help who I’m attracted to. Can we talk about this later?”
Someone knocked on the door before it opened. “It’s me, Harley.” She breezed in with a big smile and a tray of coffee and pastries in her hands.
I let out a soft sigh, thankful for the distraction. “It’s only one thirty in the morning. Do you vamps not sleep?”
She set the tray on the bistro table. “I heard you two were awake, and no, I couldn’t sleep. My date with Ben was a no-go. He’s out watching your neighbor’s house, and I’ve been keeping tabs on the situation.”
“Did they find Jordyn?” I rushed out.
Rianne snagged one of the cups of coffee. “I’m going to need a full pot to calm my nerves, or maybe whiskey.”
I could use some of the amber liquid myself.
Harley raised an eyebrow my way. Upon further inspection, she was dressed rather casually in crisp cotton pants instead of a skirt, a mint green button-up blouse that was tailored to her waist, and her blond hair was twisted into a bun on top of her head. I could see why Sam liked her. She was pretty, especially with the beauty mark right above her upper lip.
“Do your eyes change colors?” I asked her. “Yesterday they were blue.”
She slid onto a stool and commandeered a cup of coffee. “Yeah. It depends on what I’m wearing. Today, they’re green. My brother, Sawyer’s, eyes do the same.” She sipped on her beverage. “Did you both sleep well?”
Rianne finally sat on the remaining stool and regarded me. “Yeah, Layla, didyousleep well?”
I glared daggers at her. “We are not talking about this now.”
Harley gave me a cheeky grin. “It’s written all over your face. You slept with Sam.”
“Did he tell you?” I widened my eyes in shock, and I was sure I was white as a ghost. Then again, I shouldn’t be surprised. Sam had just mentioned vampires had a sixth sense.
“I know his scent,” Harley said matter-of-factly.
Of course she did. I threw my hands up in the air then dragged the cushioned armchair from near my bed closer to them and sat down.
Harley smiled as she handed me the remaining cup of coffee.
The three of us sipped our drinks.
“Well, no questions, comebacks, or third degree?” I asked no one in particular. Harley didn’t care what I did with Sam. “Rianne?”
“You don’t want to kill Sam anymore?” Rianne asked.
I shrugged. “Ask me tomorrow.” I honestly didn’t know how I felt except he and I had a bond that was tying us together in more ways than I cared to count.
Harley’s phone chimed, and again, I was relieved that the focus wasn’t on me as Rianne and I studied the phone.
Please let it be good news about Jordyn.
“Yes, sir,” Harley answered. “I will. We’ll be right down.” She lowered her phone. “Webb wants you two down in the war room. I think they’ve found your sister.”
Rianne was on her feet before I could take a breath. “Alive I hope.”
Harley’s shoulders lifted. “Not sure.”
Rianne deposited her cup on the table. “She better be.” She hurried out before Harley and I had a chance to get out of our chairs.
“Are you okay?” Harley examined my neck as concern flitted across her rosy cheeks.
“That’s not where he….” I couldn’t bring myself to say “where he bit me.”
