The motel room’s so quiet the sound of the door flying out the frame is another bomb going off. It slams against the wall knocking a crater in the plaster, one hinge snaps clean off, the door hanging drunkenly from the frame. They’re going to charge me for that.
Adrenaline surges through me all over again, I jerk so hard I practically headbutt River. His arm tightens around my waist, and slides his hand over my back.
"It's okay," he murmurs against my hair.
We’ve been tucked together on the bed. No words exchanged, me happily curled across his lap while he drew shapes on my back.
A familiar scent crashes into the room ahead of the person attached to it, all warmth and chaos and ridiculous energy. Jax appears in the doorway, stands there staring, chest heaving, rainwater dripping from
