“Didn’t say anything.”
“You smiled aggressively.”
“Didn’t know that was possible.”
“You make many things possible through sheer irritation.”
Regan lifted one hand. “Gunner can bring Bandit and the essentials in the SUV after we get everything sorted. Or Savannah can. Your apartment keys are the priority, right?”
Sienna hesitated.
There it was. The trap closing. Not mine. Reality’s.
She hated it.
I hated that I liked watching her think. You could see it happen behind her eyes, every variable lining up, every objection getting measured against the same ugly answer.
Her truck was dead.
She had to get to Santa Fe.
I had the fastest way there.
She looked at me like I was the final exam in a subject she resented.
“I don’t ride motorcycles.”
“You will today.”
“I don’t trust you.”
“Trust physics.”
Her mouth opened.
Closed.
Amber made a delighted noise. “Oh, I like that.”
Sienna pointed at her. “Do not encourage him.”
Regan was already in motion. “I’ll pack you water, sunscreen, and something for the road.”
“I’m not going on a wilderness expedition,” Sienna said.
“You’re going with Mason. Same thing emotionally.”
I looked at Regan. “Cute.”
She smiled sweetly. “Thank you.”
Sienna dragged both hands down her face, then stopped when she remembered the bandage. “This is ridiculous.”
“No,” I said. “Ridiculous was trying to drive Dolores another five hours.”
She glared. “Do not use her name like you care about her.”
“I care that she doesn’t kill you.”
