My stomach rumbled in agreement.
“Food’s ready,” he said, setting the tray on the counter before glancing at me. “And, there’s a woman in the common room asking for you.”
“What woman?”
Jekyll shrugged. “Dunno’, but she’s hot.”
Well, in that case.
I pushed off the counter and headed for the common room. Reid, of course, chose that moment to reappear and fall in step behind me like the nosy little shit he was. “Thought you were going home?”
“Hell no. I’m hungry.”
“Food’s that way.” I thumbed over my shoulder.
He shoved my shoulder and we both laughed.
As much as he drove me crazy, I loved my boy.
“Who’s here to see you?” he asked as we turned the corner into the common room.
“Fuck if I know—” the words died on my lips.
Well, shit.
Twice in one day.
I wasn't sure what I’d done to deserve the tasty treat standing in front of the big leather couches, but I wasn’t a man to look a gift horse in the mouth.
I watched as Harmony turned in a slow circle, looking around the room.
Goddamn if she wasn’t even more beautiful than I remembered.
Her dark hair was now braided over one shoulder, and she’d changed into a little sundress with brown cowboy boots that showed off those tan legs I was imagining wrapped around my ears.
Jesus.
“Hey, trouble.”
Harmony spun around, and those gorgeous blue eyes hit mine.
“I—” she started, lifting a foil-covered pan with both hands like that said it all.
“You?” I teased.
“I made you some of my bread.”
Why the hell did I find that absolutely adorable?
“Is that right?” I asked, letting my fingers brush hers on purpose as I took it. “You didn’t have to do that.”
Her cheeks tinted pink. “I hit your motorcycle.”
Reid, whose eyes had been bouncing between us like ping pong balls, widened comically. “You hit his sled? Holy fuck.”
“I—” Harmony started, looking mortified.
“Jesus, Boy!” I growled. That damn mouth was getting out of control.
