Ryker’s POV:
The forest presses in around the platform, heavy with heat and quiet movement. Wind shifts the branches but the air still feels dense — like everything’s holding its breath.
I keep the rifle shouldered anyway.
Crosshair steady.
Breathing steady.
Mind — not steady.
A flash of bare thighs in a short skirt.
Water still clinging to her hair.
That look she gave me when she noticed I wasn’t looking away.
My finger tightens unconsciously before I force it to relax again.
I can hear someone walking behind me.
I don’t turn. I already know.
Marco stops beside the railing, resting his forearms on it. He doesn’t immediately speak — just stands there with me, letting the quiet sit.
“You’re thinking too loud,” he finally says.
I keep my eye in the scope. “I’m fine.”
He hums
