Page 45 of Ravage

I dropped Sam off with his mother, and by the time I made it back to the house, I’d gotten another message from Emery.

Emery:

I have another question.

Me:

Of course you do.

Emery:

I’m serious.

Me:

What’s the question?

Emery:

Are there any rules?

Me:

We already discussed the rules.

Emery:

Not those.

I mean ground rules. Like, can I drink before the lessons?

Me:

NO.

Emery:

No? Not even a glass of wine?

Me:

Need you clear-headed.

Emery:

I’m not sure you want me clear-headed, Ravage.

There’s a lot going on up there.

A low laugh vibrated through my chest. Damn. This was bad. Really

fucking bad. I was already getting a kick out of this shit, and we hadn’t even

gotten started.

Me:

Jesus