Chapter Eleven
“Bele,” called Skully. “You’re late.”
The sun backlit Skully’s shoulders, like a headdress of golden rays. It made her copper-colored skin shimmer like a treasure brought to light.
Diaz managed to fit his big body between me and the door. He made his way over to Skully and picked her six-foot frame up off the ground. Dipping her head back, he drank deeply from her mouth before setting her back on her feet.
Skully caressed a finger over Diaz’s lips for just a second. But then she turned from her lover and crossed strong arms over an ample bosom. Shrewd, dark eyes found mine and glared with accusation.
“Well?” she demanded.
“I wasn’t expected,” I said in my defense.
Skully looked to Zane, then back at me as Diaz wrapped his arms around her from behind and nuzzled at her
