Chapter 12
Wyn“Haunted amusement park.”
Wyn dropped the tablet into Lorran’s lap.
“Careful,” he said, adjusting himself to protect his vulnerable bits.
“Well, wear pants. Also, good morning. Also, put on some damn pants.”
“I hear no complaints,” he said.
Wyn threw a pair of wadded-up trousers at his head. Lorran reached up and snagged them before they could hit. He grinned, fangs peeking out over his bottom lips and his eyes bright with mirth.
No one had a right to be that gorgeous, all silvery lavender in the morning sunlight. It almost hurt her heart to look at him, let alone realize how quickly she was falling for him.
In the two weeks, they’d spent a fair amount of time together. From her understanding, with the shuttle as repaired as it could get, there was nothing to do but w
