Page 22 of One Winter Knight
There’d been plenty of times I’d punched an alpha in the face because he wouldn’t listen when she saidno.The idea of her doing the same warmed my heart. Fiona had a wicked punch, too.
I kissed her. “Thank you, Mo Stóirín. I’ll handle it. He’s harmless. I’m just cranky because of how little sleep we got.”
“Okay. I’ll step in if you need me to.” Her voice grew sleepy.
Sure, he was handsome and muscular–and a great fuck for a man. But he was also an alpha.
A kind and sweet one who remembered things about me.
Fiona needed sweet. But me? No. Sweet wasn’t for people likeme.
Also, I needed someone serious and dependable. Anadult.A shirtless musician, whose entire brand was being ridiculous, wasn’t what I needed. No matter how hot or nice he was.
No. Not at all.
Chapter Six
Dusty
The cold air hit my bare chest, waking me up from my post-lunch fogginess, as we left the plane. I pulled on my gloves and bounded down the stairs.
“Hey Lovely Fuckers! I’m at the airport on my way to Winter-Fest. See you there!” I said into my phone as I jumped off the bottom two stairs.
Carlos and Hale followed, laughing, as I shared it to my socials.
“Please don’t break a leg,” Fiona shouted.
“We’re here!” Carlos did a dance.
“We’re fucking here.” I picked him up and spun him around, like we were still kids messing around on set.
Headlining Winter-Fest washugefor my career, especially in the electronic-music circuit. A lot of people considered my music pop-rap, but it was at a rave where I really figured out that mixing vocals with warehouse music was my vibe.
Our things were already being unloaded and put into a van. Carlos rushed over to Fiona, who did not look happy about the cold, and helped her down the stairs. Taking his scarf, he wrapped it around her, covering half her face, making her laugh. Carlos tooka Knights beanie out of his pocket and placed it on her head.
A lime green, five-seater, supercar convertible, with the topdownsat nearby. Perfect.
Running over, I vaulted over the closed door, and looked at everyone. “Ride’s here. Cici can sit up front.”
“Oooh. Are we going on the speed limit-less expressway inthis?” Hale rubbed his hands together.
“Yes. And some mountain roads. We need to get there before dark. We’ll stop in the village, though.” I looked over at Saoirse. “Cici, Mi Cielo, will you do me the honors of sitting up front? Por favor?”
Completely poised and unbothered in her dark suit, heeled boots, and a trench coat, she looked like a high-powered business woman on her way to close a deal, not someone going to a music festival.
While I knew her name was Saoirse, I didn’t think Carlos’ Saoirse would be Mi Cielo, my Cici, the sexy assassin who stole my heart when she fell from the sky and slapped me for ruining her job.
Hale thought for a moment. “Me, sit in the back? It depends on whether or not Fiona and Carlos are going to bone in the backseat, since Fiona mentioned it last night.”
“Maybe we can take it out for a ride another time. Do we have the car for the whole trip?” Fiona asked.
“We do.” I nodded. Carlos and Fiona wanted to fuck in a fast car? Why not? After all this was a rental.
“Come, Mi Reina.” Carlos took Fiona’s hand and led her to the car. He opened the door and helped her into the passenger side. He went to the other side and got in the middle.
Saoirse stood there, her eyes flickering from the back seat to the front.
There was something about her that drew me in. We weren’t scent matches, soulmates, but her brandy scent certainly wasdelectable.
