Page 32 of Day

The whole ride back, my mind was reeling over what we just did. We saved those people. We stopped the bad guys from hurting anyone and getting away with their crime.

I could tell Draco was just as pumped as I was, just better at concealing it. The feeling was comparable to the ones I used to get back on the football field, when I felt invincible under those lights, with the crowds screaming. There were no bright lights, or fans screaming, but the euphoria was there. It’d been so long.

After parking the truck, and carrying the bags down to the HQ kitchen, we rode the elevator down to the training room, where Rose and Lilith were sparring. Well, Lilith was teaching Rose some new moves, as far as I could see.

As soon as Rose caught sight of us, she looked our bodies over for any injuries, then her gaze slid to Draco’s. Her cheeks grew pink, and I didn’t need to be told what emotions she was reading from him. It was probably the same ones that were coursing through me—the intense energy that was best worked out in one way.

“You guys okay?” she asked, while Lilith was looking back and forth between Draco and Rose with amusement in her eyes.

“Yep. Just stopped a robbery at a bank,” he said calmly, walking her way.

“Seriously?” she squealed and launched herself at Draco, thrilled. He caught her then nailed her with a hard kiss.

The thought of a kiss like that was appealing in my state of mind right now. My eyes found Lilith’s, only to see she was staring at me, her eyes roaming up and down my body, then back up to my face.

“Good job, boys. Next time let us girls have some fun, too.” She fake-pouted her lips, then walked to me. Her body was encased in tight workout gear, and the swagger of her hips as she strutted toward me was doing things to my already wired mind.

Just before she made it to me, she did a twirl, then popped up on her tiptoes.

“Feels great, doesn’t it, Star?” She tilted her head with a big grin on her lips.

Flashes of her smiling, calling me Star, ran through my head. Maybe from the night we met?

She was smiling at me while eating a French fry.

“Don’t go all sugar on me now, Star.”

Her long black hair was framing her face, making those sweet brown eyes pop. She was like no other woman I’d ever met. She was different. She was special, and I ached to kiss those perfect red lips.

“Thank you,” I said to her, wanting to get it through her grins that I meant what I said about her.

She grinned some more, then hopped up to dance, dragging me with her.

It was like I’d been watching the memory on TV. I remember having feelings for her, and wanting to kiss her more than anything.