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hook-ups, Ry. I know that sounds stupid. Most guys would be all over it, fucking as many chicks as they can get their dicks in, but… I’m done with it.” He blows out a huge breath and scratches the back of his head, finally making eye contact with me.
I nod in agreement. “I can’t say I have a whole lot of experience with the hook ups. I mean, I’ve had some, but once the shit hit the fan, I just wasn’t going to go anywhere alone with a girl I didn’t know. At best, she’d freak out and call me Orion in the sack then steal my underwear on her way out the door. At the worst,” I shudder, “she might fucking knife me out of some insane imaginary jealousy or some shit.”
“That’s really fucking sad, Ry.” Dex’s eyes shine with pity and I play it off like it’s no big deal.
“Whatever. It is what it is.” He scowls, clearly not believing a word I say. “But if you’re done with hook-ups then you’re done with hook-ups. We’ll find you a great girl, I know it.” I elbow him in the ribs and he smacks the back of my head.
“Hey! Asshole!” I shout.
“Boys, some of us are trying to sleep,” Lilly says tiredly from her seat a few rows up, her chair reclined into the bed position.
“Sorry, Lilly,” Dex says, laughing under his breath.
“There’s an Xbox in the back room, are you up for some Modern Warfare?”
Dex shoves me out of my seat and into the aisle, climbing out after me. “You’re on. I’m going to kick your ass this time.”
“You said that the last four times we played.” We make our way around the wall that divides the front of the plane from the back. The front holds the leather chairs that recline into beds. The back, however, is a playground. Couches, televisions, video game systems, a table and chairs for eating or game playing, and a full bar stocked with whatever you want.
“Today that all changes, my friend.” Dex gives me a huge grin and grabs a controller.
Chapter 10
“Bugger off, Ryker! You’re making me a nervous wreck! Stop your bloody pacing and relax. She’s fine, I promise.”
I shoot Adam Reynolds a piercing glare, which does absolutely nothing to the guy. Except for my pacing, he’s impossible to rile up, completely relaxed and in control all the time. It’s fucking annoying yet admirable at the same time.
“You can’t know that,” I growl, turning to look out the window of my suite at the Warren Hotel in London. “The paps found us at the Corinthia, they can find us here too.”
“Listen, I’ve known Leah a while. Not well, but well enough to know that she is a lot bloody stronger than she looks. Shit, she squeezed her tiny little body in between that Forrester arsehole and me at Verve, at the risk of accidentally getting a fist in her face. She’s gone toe to toe with Kiera and come out on top. That, my friend, doesn’t happen very often.” Adam picks up his acoustic guitar and strums out a random tune, humming wordlessly along.
I drop onto the other end of the couch from Adam and try to keep from thinking about Leah. She’s at Heathrow Airport, alone, picking up Sydney. Apparently Sydney’s been hired to redesign the club at this Warren after the success of the opening of Verve in New York.
“So, you coming to the set again tomorrow?” I ask Adam.
He stops strumming, looking at me thoughtfully for a moment. “Maybe, I’m not sure. I may visit my mate, Dax’s parents.”
“Right, I forgot you have friends here.”
“No. I don’t.” He says in a tone that lets me know the subject is closed.
My cell rings and I dig it out of my pocket to answer it. “Leah?”
“Hey! We’re on our way to the hotel. Traffic is a bitch though, so it’ll probably be another hour. I didn’t want you to worry.”
“Good. I’m glad you called. I was getting a little worried,” I admit.
“Leah, he was going mental!” Adam yells loud enough for her to hear through the phone.
She laughs loudly, “Don’t worry, Ry.
I nod in agreement. “I can’t say I have a whole lot of experience with the hook ups. I mean, I’ve had some, but once the shit hit the fan, I just wasn’t going to go anywhere alone with a girl I didn’t know. At best, she’d freak out and call me Orion in the sack then steal my underwear on her way out the door. At the worst,” I shudder, “she might fucking knife me out of some insane imaginary jealousy or some shit.”
“That’s really fucking sad, Ry.” Dex’s eyes shine with pity and I play it off like it’s no big deal.
“Whatever. It is what it is.” He scowls, clearly not believing a word I say. “But if you’re done with hook-ups then you’re done with hook-ups. We’ll find you a great girl, I know it.” I elbow him in the ribs and he smacks the back of my head.
“Hey! Asshole!” I shout.
“Boys, some of us are trying to sleep,” Lilly says tiredly from her seat a few rows up, her chair reclined into the bed position.
“Sorry, Lilly,” Dex says, laughing under his breath.
“There’s an Xbox in the back room, are you up for some Modern Warfare?”
Dex shoves me out of my seat and into the aisle, climbing out after me. “You’re on. I’m going to kick your ass this time.”
“You said that the last four times we played.” We make our way around the wall that divides the front of the plane from the back. The front holds the leather chairs that recline into beds. The back, however, is a playground. Couches, televisions, video game systems, a table and chairs for eating or game playing, and a full bar stocked with whatever you want.
“Today that all changes, my friend.” Dex gives me a huge grin and grabs a controller.
Chapter 10
“Bugger off, Ryker! You’re making me a nervous wreck! Stop your bloody pacing and relax. She’s fine, I promise.”
I shoot Adam Reynolds a piercing glare, which does absolutely nothing to the guy. Except for my pacing, he’s impossible to rile up, completely relaxed and in control all the time. It’s fucking annoying yet admirable at the same time.
“You can’t know that,” I growl, turning to look out the window of my suite at the Warren Hotel in London. “The paps found us at the Corinthia, they can find us here too.”
“Listen, I’ve known Leah a while. Not well, but well enough to know that she is a lot bloody stronger than she looks. Shit, she squeezed her tiny little body in between that Forrester arsehole and me at Verve, at the risk of accidentally getting a fist in her face. She’s gone toe to toe with Kiera and come out on top. That, my friend, doesn’t happen very often.” Adam picks up his acoustic guitar and strums out a random tune, humming wordlessly along.
I drop onto the other end of the couch from Adam and try to keep from thinking about Leah. She’s at Heathrow Airport, alone, picking up Sydney. Apparently Sydney’s been hired to redesign the club at this Warren after the success of the opening of Verve in New York.
“So, you coming to the set again tomorrow?” I ask Adam.
He stops strumming, looking at me thoughtfully for a moment. “Maybe, I’m not sure. I may visit my mate, Dax’s parents.”
“Right, I forgot you have friends here.”
“No. I don’t.” He says in a tone that lets me know the subject is closed.
My cell rings and I dig it out of my pocket to answer it. “Leah?”
“Hey! We’re on our way to the hotel. Traffic is a bitch though, so it’ll probably be another hour. I didn’t want you to worry.”
“Good. I’m glad you called. I was getting a little worried,” I admit.
“Leah, he was going mental!” Adam yells loud enough for her to hear through the phone.
She laughs loudly, “Don’t worry, Ry.
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