Pearl smiled.“And now here you are, eating breakfast burritos and insulting footage like it owes you money.”
McKayla sighed.“I’m good at adjusting to the environment.”
Prime blinked.“What the hell does that mean?”
“It means she’s crazy and willing to do whatever it takes to do her job,” Shay said.
Prime glanced at McKayla, then at me.“That tracks.”
McKayla pointed at him with her burrito.“I’m choosing to take that as a compliment.”
“It wasn’t,” Prime said.
“Too late.”
I huffed a laugh before I could stop myself.
McKayla’s eyes slid to me.
There was something warm in that look that hit harder than it should have.Maybe because it was quick.Maybe because she wasn’t guarded for once.Or maybe because I’d spent four days learning that the woman could be exhausted, scared, and stubborn as hell while still noticing everything around her.
Whatever it was, I needed distance.
Not far.
Just enough to clear my head.
I wiped my mouth with a napkin and pushed back from the table.“Let’s go for a ride.”
McKayla froze with her burrito halfway to her mouth.“What?”
“You need air.”
“I’m breathing air.”
“Different air.”
Her eyes narrowed.“That sounds suspiciously like exercise.”
“It’s a motorcycle ride.”
Pearl immediately perked up.“A ride?”
Shay sat up straighter.“Like off the island?”
Anchor’s eyes moved to me slowly.
Prime’s did the same.
Great.There went my idea of taking McKayla out alone for an hour.
Not that Anchor would’ve let that happen anyway.He barely liked anyone leaving the island right now, and when they did, it was with backup.
“No,” Anchor said.
Pearl turned to him.“Anchor.”
“No.”
