Okay, I expected Riven would react a lot worse to the coffee prank. But the man has shown he knows how to take a joke in style. He’s not a total grump.
Why is the thought more disconcerting than reassuring?
Because if he was just a pompous, grouchy windbag, it’d be easier to ignore how good-looking he is, or how genius his writing is…
“…What do you say we get breakfast started for everyone?” he asks me now, offering me a hand to get off the top bed while flashing that front-cover smile of his—the smug grin of someone who can make you happy in bed and knows it.
Alarm bells jingle all over my head, and I summon my inner censor. Wendy Nichols, should I remind you you’re already spoken for?
No, I tell my conscience, while noticing Brandon hasn’t even texted me to ask how the journey went
