Island of Glass (The Guardians Trilogy #3)(9)



“I think you’ve seen more of the house than I have.”

“I didn’t have sex.”

“There is that.”

Sasha turned as Annika—flowing hair, flowy dress, bare feet—came in.

“Riley!” As if it had been years, Annika dashed over, threw her arms around Riley.

“Yeah, good morning to you, too.”

“We were worried. Doyle said not to, because you’d come back. But we worried. Now you’re here! Good morning.”

“How can you look like that first thing? Without coffee?”

“I don’t like the coffee. But I like the mornings. Sawyer will rest a little longer, but he feels much better. He felt rested enough to mate, and I was very gentle.”

“Sex.” Riley shook her head. “It’s always about sex. Tell me more—no, tell me more after I get that shower.”

“I like sometimes to be above—on top,” she corrected. “On top when it should be gentle and slow. Then I can have many orgasms.”

“Right.” Riley let out a breath. “This may be a longer shower than initially planned.”

When Sasha laughed and Riley hurried out, Annika offered a puzzled smile. “I don’t understand. Does she need to get more clean?”

“No, she meant . . . I’ll explain, but I’m going to need more coffee.”

? ? ?

The next best thing to a hot shower was a hot meal. By the time Sasha—with an assist from Annika—put the meal together, the team had gathered in the kitchen.

Riley caught the scent—bacon!—heard the mix of voices as she wound her way back down.

“I keep a car here,” Bran said. “It’ll take all of us, but not comfortably.”

“I’ve got my bike,” Doyle put in. “And I can take one pillion.”

“True enough. I can arrange for a van, a kind of backup, in the event we want or need to go any distance in one vehicle. And there she is,” Bran added when Riley stepped in. “Sasha tells us you’ve healed and rested. And you found a room that suits you?”

“Yeah, thanks. I took one with a good-sized desk, facing the woods. It’s a lot of house, Irish,” she said as she snagged more coffee.

“It is. I thought, why go small? And when I have my family here, it fills up quick enough. We should eat, then I’ll show everyone around the place.”

“I hear the eating part.” Sawyer pulled a platter of eggs and fried potatoes out of the warming oven, left someone else to grab the platter of meat and stack of toasted bread.

The table snugged in the rainy window showed Annika’s handiwork with napkins shaped into hearts, wooden skewers arranged in a tepee with tiny flowers draping down and a single white rosebud spearing out of the top. Tea lights formed another heart, its center filled with rose petals.

Bran lit them with a flick of a finger, and made her clap.

“Your gardens are so pretty in the rain,” she told Bran. “I think if I lived in this castle by the sea, I would never want to leave.”

“I like knowing I can come back to it.”

“She likes the rain, too.” Sawyer heaped food on his plate. “I’ve gotta say, I’m going to miss the island sunshine.”

“I’m ready for the rain.” Sasha passed a platter to Doyle. “It’ll give us a day to regroup.”

“It’s Ireland,” Riley reminded her. “We’re likely to get more than a day of wet. But yeah, a little regrouping’s earned, considering. Any clue where you dumped her, Sawyer?”

“Not one. But she was hurting when I did.”

As he ate, he filled her in as he had the others.

“It fits. We hit her where it hurts, she loses ground, her grip gets slippery. It should give us some time. What about Malmon? Or the thing Malmon’s become?”

“Slipped through,” Doyle said. “He’s stronger, faster than he was.”

“Can he stay that way without her?” Riley wondered. “That’s a question. I’m going to assume you’ve got this place locked down, Bran.”

“You assume correctly.”

“So the stars are here, and safe.”

“They are. I’ll show you, as you’ll want to see for yourself. I’m thinking you chose your room for the work space, and will likely use it. But there’s another area you might find useful as well.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“The north tower. We’ll have a look at it after breakfast.”

“Can you dig we’ve got a north tower?” Grinning, Sawyer ate more bacon. “A south one, too. And check it.” He jerked a thumb at the pinball machines in the lounge area.

“Caught that. I’ll kick your ass on them later.”

“You will try,” Sawyer told Riley. “You will fail. We need a new assignment chart.”

Sasha nodded. “I’ll take care of that this morning, but since Annika and I handled breakfast, I hereby assign Riley and Doyle to KP. I’ve had a look at the food and cleaning supplies, and we’re more than set there for now, so that puts off shopping for a while, on the domestic front.”

“I would like to shop in Ireland.”

Riley arched her eyebrows at Annika. “If shopping was an Olympic sport, you’d have all the medals. But at some point, she’s going to need some rain gear.”

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