Rebekah’s breath caught. Up close like this, under the warm kitchen light, she could see the faint lines at the corners of his eyes, the way his throat worked when he swallowed. She’d wanted him since she was seventeen and stupid enough to think he might want her back. He’d shut that down fast—one hard look and the words “You’re Tank’s kid” like a wall between them.
She was not Tank’s kid anymore. She was a woman who’d spent the last six years trying to forget the way his voice sounded when he said her name like a warning.
Ryker pulled his hand back like she’d scalded him. “Drink that. You’re still shaking.”
She took a long swallow, the cold beer doing nothing to cool the heat crawling up her neck. “Thank you. For tonight.”
He grunted, eyes on the bottle in his hand. “Just doing what y
