Page 137 of His Reckoning

She shrugs as she scans the shelves. “Too late now.”

She pulls out a bag of chips, opens it, and pops one into her mouth.

“Next time,” she says casually, “maybe order pizza first.”

I shake my head again, laughing under my breath.

Something about watching her stand here naked in my kitchen eating chips makes the entire apartment feel lighter somehow.

And the worst part?

I already know there’s definitely going to be a next time.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Kayla

It’s been a week. Seven straight days of fighting with Sawyer. Also, seven straight days of sleeping with Sawyer.

And at this point, I’m honestly not sure which one we’re better at.

The sex though … that part is easy. Embarrassingly easy, like the kind of easy that makes me question every man I’ve ever dated before this.

Because apparently, I’ve spent most of my adult life having mediocre sex with men who talked about their feelings a lot but couldn’t find a G-spot if their life depended on it.

Meanwhile, Sawyer Maccini—billionaire tech genius and aggressively frustrating man—has somehow ruined every other man for me in the span of one week, which feels wildly unfair.

Not just because the sex is incredible, but because he’s also … comfortable.

I glance across the living room. Sawyer sits at the island, scrolling through something on his laptop, wearing a gray T-shirt and black sweatpants, like he didn’t just spend the last hour absolutely destroying my ability to walk normally.

And the weirdest part?

He acts like none of it is a big deal.

No awkwardness or weird emotional conversation. He acts like none of this changed anything.

It makes it far too easy to fall into this routine with him.

The doorbell rings.

Sawyer looks up. “Expecting someone?”

“No.”

He walks over and opens the door.

Cole immediately pushes past him.

“Good,” he says. “You’re both here.”

Sawyer sighs heavily. “No.”

Cole ignores him and drops onto the couch like he owns the place. Judging by the way he looks around the penthouse, he probably thinks he does.

He glances at me. “You ready?”

“For what?” I ask suspiciously.