Page 9 of Fly's Path

“Here’s some more.” Savie sets a handful of wine glasses down carefully on the bar next to me. “I think there’s one more bunchto grab.” She leans up against the countertop and stares out at the kitchen. “What do you think it’s like to live here?”

By here, I don’t think she means Urbium. “The same as living anywhere else, I think. Problems don’t go away when you’re rich.”

“This is past rich.” Savie sighs.

“Rich doesn’t mean without problems.”

“True. Talking about problems, are you going to join the Kissing Pact?”

Wait, they were serious about that? Who just walks up to a guy, kisses him, then expects him to marry her? This has got to be a joke. “I don’t know. I’m not exactly looking to get married.” The only thing I really want right now is a place to live and a little more stability in my life.

Savie laughs. “Who knows when love comes into our lives. It can’t hurt to be a little wild.”

Wild? I don’t think Savie understands the meaning of the word. “Is Stella on her way? If anyone would be game to kiss a biker, it would be her.”

“Right, but we’d need to warn them. She’d scare the life out of them or eat them alive.”

That’s so Stella. “It would be fun to watch.”

“Sure would. Hopefully, she gets done with that horse show of hers early and can join in the festivities.”

That sounds like fun. Horse girls are a totally different breed. I mean, if a hundred-and-twenty-pound woman can control a thousand-pound beast, what man stands a chance against them?

“Oh, you don’t need to do the dishes.” Fiona walks in. “I’ll get them in the morning.”

“They’re almost done. No need to wake up to a messy kitchen.” Well, sort of messy. It’s so big that our glasses wouldn’t take up much space. But still, leaving all the work for her after she hosted us is wrong.

“Fea, where are you?” a man shouts from several rooms away.

The man who walks in makes my jaw drop. I’ve seen pictures of him on the internet, but in person, Massimo Vincenti is so much more handsome. Considering Fea is not only a stunning woman but a sweet one, it makes sense that a guy like Massimo Vincenti would fall for her.

Like no one else is in the room, he walks over to her and wraps his arms around Fea, leans down, and nuzzles her neck. “I’m tired. Let’s go to bed.”

That is HOT.

Fea lifts her soft eyes to us. “We have company.”

Massimo looks up at us, almost surprised. “So? They’re your friends. They can see themselves out when they’re ready to go.”

Fea's grin softens as her eyes get lazy. “I don’t know—”

Massimo scoops her up into his arms.

Fea’s giggle says it all. “Night, guys.”

“Night, Fea,” we chorus to her already departing back.

“That man is FINE.” Savie fans herself. “Do you think he really loves her?”

I know he’s in lust with her. Love, like in books, doesn’t really exist. “I think if he hurts her, he should watch out.”

“That’s for sure.” Savie nods. “You don’t hurt one of our friends. We know too many ways to get away with murder. Now about that Kissing Pact…”

Quiet House

Sheridan

With as many apartments as I’ve had, I’d think sleeping in a new bed—especially one as comfortable as this one—would be easier. But it never is.