Muzzled by Katja Desjarlais

Author:Katja Desjarlais
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction
ISBN: 9781956387285
Publisher: Tule Publishing Group, LLC
Published: 2021-12-03T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eighteen

Micah tossed her phone on Ryan’s bed and placed her hands on his chest, rocking him back and forth until he finally set his notebook aside and conceded. “Fine,” he muttered, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. “We’ll go. Give me fifteen minutes to get ready.”

She skipped across the motel room to her purse, digging around for her favorite lipstick. “We can’t stay cooped up inside for three more days,” she called toward the bathroom, meeting Ryan’s gaze when he ducked his head out and gave her a flat stare. She kissed air at him, giddy at the prospect of hitting the bars for an evening of escapism and dancing. “It’ll be good for us. A night out, a few drinks, and you need a break from paisley curtains and that questionable bedding.”

“The bedding here is no more questionable than the bar tables you want me to sit at tonight,” he grumbled, lathering his face and narrowing his eyes. “Maybe I should just hound it tonight.”

Leaning closer to the poorly lit dresser mirror to examine her eyeliner, she waved him off. “No way. The only way you’re going on all fours tonight is if you break into the tequila.” She turned to him as he lifted the straight razor to his cheek. “You can keep the five-o’clock shadow.”

With a quick swipe, he tilted his chin. “Never been my style. So where is Logan meeting us?”

“The bar across from the sushi place on Fifth,” she replied, squeezing behind him into the small bathroom and sitting on the edge of the tub. “Where did you learn to do that?”

He smiled quickly and changed position. “It was the only option for a very, very long time. I tried the electric ones about a decade ago. Not as good.”

“Do you dance?” she asked, watching as he scraped the blade across his jaw. “Because I’m dancing. All. Night.”

Wrinkling his nose, he angled his head back. “I can, yes. But I’m definitely better at guarding drinks than I am on the dance floor. You all set?”

She grabbed her perfume from the counter, gave herself a few spritzes, and left him in peace to finish up.

He’d been noticeably more relaxed since speaking to his brothers, the tension that had been holding his shoulders rigid and his eyes hard lessening a little more every day. Although he remained adamant they be sequestered in either her suite or his room, he’d finally begun to relax around her, sprawling out on her floor or on his bed as she worked, telling her uncensored stories of Bo and Alex’s shenanigans. His own stories, to her amusement, were far more selectively told.

Apparently, Ryan was bordering on sainthood.

“Belt or no belt?” he called over, holding his arms out for assessment.

She took her time looking him over, admiring the low rise of the jeans he’d chosen and deciding she preferred not to lose that view. “No belt. And maybe one of those V-necks?”

Frowning at his collection of black shirts, he grabbed a V-neck from a hanger and disappeared back into the bathroom for a moment.

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