She put a hand on her hip.“What was that all about?”
I moved to my closet to grab a towel, then went to my bed and picked up the black t-shirt I’d left there.I held them out to her.“Like I said, don’t worry about it.You need to shower before you have a cocktail.Here’s a towel for you, there’s a washcloth in the bathroom.”
Her head reared back.“That seems over the top, too.”
I chuckled silently.“It’s not over the top if I’d rather you shower with all your wits about you.That’s being safe.”
She tipped her head to concede the point.“What was the problem downstairs?Two people were making out, which isn’t something I haven’t seen before.”
“It was about to become much more, Ives.”
She shrugged.“I’ll take your word for it.I mean, I’m not a voyeur, but your reaction was… over the top.”
I tipped my head back for a moment.“Not if you consider that was Killian down there, and I’d rather not see him gettin’ some.”
“Oh.Well, that makes more sense.At least you don’t think I’m a prude or so delicate I need to be protected from seeing people making out.”
I closed my eyes, turned my head a tick, then held up my hands before I looked her in the eye.“Please, go take your shower.It’s getting late.”
While she showered, I checked my phone.I had a string of texts from Mickayla.
What the hell!How did you get taken from in front of the bar?
Hello?
This is no time to ignore your triplet, Ry.
The last message came in an hour ago.I wondered how she knew about it so fast when Killian hadn’t known.
I sent her a text to set her mind at ease.
She responded instantly.
The only good thing is that I hear you followed a certain woman home.
I rolled my eyes and sent her back a GIF that said ‘goodnight.’
I bet it will be.
It isn’t like that.Now I need to get some sleep.
I put my phone away and went to my desk in the corner of the room.In a large drawer, I had two highball glasses and I pulled them out.I should have had a prospect bring me a bucket of ice, but I hadn’t wanted to give Tundra another reason to give me shit.
It had surprised me when Ivy suggested vodka over tequila since that was my go-to liquor, too.I poured two fingers into each glass when I heard the bathroom door open.
I looked over my shoulder and swallowed.She wore my t-shirt and it hit at her mid-thigh.Her legs were long and curvy, making my hands itch to touch them.
She put her duffel bag next to the bed.“Please tell me you didn’t do anything else to that vodka.I saw that it’s Tito’s and really it just needs a squirt of lime for me.”
I grinned.“Nope, haven’t done anything to your glass yet.Get over here, and you can doctor it yourself… or I’ll do it.”
She chuckled and sidled up to the dresser.“We forgot to grab a knife downstairs, so I’m not sure how we’re going to manage this.”
I pulled my pocket knife out of my pocket and put it on the dresser in front of her.“You can cut it if you want.I cleaned the blade earlier in the bathroom when I got dressed.I’m more of a gimlet man, but there’s no lime juice down there because we used it all last night.”
Her eyes widened and she looked up at me.“Wow.We have one more thing in common then, I guess.”
My brows arched.“One more?”
