She exhales and closes her eyes, muttering, “Here we go.” “You’re bloody right, here we go! Kieran, shut your ears, mate!” He gives me a thumbs-up and turns on the radio.
Holding Reyna, I give her a squeeze and a little jostle, growling, “Talk to me, viper. What the f**k is going on in that mind of yours? And don’t say ‘nothing’ again, or I’ll give you a spanking.”
Her eyes flare. She hisses, “Try it, Irish. I’m in the mood to spill some blood.”
Though I’m anxious about what’s eating her, I grin. “There’s my She
Devil. Now start talking.”
“What is this pathological need you have to discuss everything?”
“It’s called being an adult. Now quit hiding from me and spill your guts, woman.”
As stiff and prickly as a cactus in my arms, she glares at me. “I’m going to take you up on your offe
