Secrets by Dana Lyons

Author:Dana Lyons [Lyons, Dana]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Dana Lyons
Published: 2018-07-30T04:00:00+00:00

7

Voices came, pulling Dreya into consciousness. Dimly, she heard Rhys, Simon, and Quinn having an intense discussion from the front room. Peaks of emotion threatened to break into her mind, but she pushed them away.

Simon’s voice rose. “How did you not see this? There’s blood on the knees of her jeans. Did she fall and get hurt?”

Rhys’ defensive face rose in her mind. She could see him going all serious as he protested.

“Drunk as a skunk, but she never fell.”

She squelched a snort threatening to burst loose.

I was not drunk as a skunk … well, maybe half a skunk.

Quinn chimed in. “It’s just the knees. Looks to me like she broke someone’s nose.”

That’s my boy. Can’t pull much over his pretty eyes.

She imagined Simon clutching her soiled black jeans. A snicker bubbled up. Yep. The guy with bad manners definitely has a splint on his nose today.

“Five minutes,” Rhys argued. “I went to the bathroom for five minutes.”

Full-blown giggles were building. Rhys would scowl as he wondered what she did in his absence at the bar.

“You left her alone?” Simon asked, blatant disapproval inflating his words. His voice rose but he was shushed.

Ah, she thought. Rhys will puff up his chest, and throw his shoulders back—

“You want me to handcuff her and take her in the men’s room with me?” Rhys proclaimed.

This inspired another snort. She raised a hand to muffle her laughter.

“I see your point,” Simon relented.

“Uh huh,” Rhys grunted.

A stretch of silence followed. Quinn asked, “I wonder who got their ass kicked?”

She loved late weekend mornings and stretched full length in the bed, luxuriating in the freedom of movement. A little mescal, a little dancing, a little ass-kicking; nothing like a bar fight to perk a girl up. She rose and peeked out the bedroom door.

“There’s our princess,” Simon greeted. “How do you feel?”

“Much better,” she admitted as she came out and sat on the couch with her feet tucked under her. She yawned and pushed her hair out of her face. “So, what do you guys want to do today?”

“Hold on, sister,” Simon interrupted. “Is there something you’d like to tell us?”

Enjoying the game, she lifted her shoulders with total false innocence. “About?”

Rhys did his best to rouse appropriate indignation, but there was too much pride in his eye. “About whose ass did you kick? Or rather, whose face did you break yesterday at Harley’s while I was in the bathroom?”

“Oh. The guy, you know, the dick from the ally, came in and was stupid enough to hit on me.” She rolled her eyes. “He rubbed his crotch on me and asked if I was in the mood. I had a mescal buzz, and that’s the story. The bartender said the cops never come when he calls, and even one of the patrons applauded me.”

“You could have gotten hurt,” Simon started.

Quinn nudged him in the ribs. “You haven’t seen her military jacket, have you?”

“I was in no danger,” she said. “Especially not from this fool. So, yeah, I broke a face yesterday, and Nobility never complained.

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