Page 65 of His Reckoning

“Mostly.”

Kayla leans back against the couch. “Interesting.”

“What.”

“I think I just discovered something about you.”

“And what’s that?”

“You might actually be human.”

Chapter Eleven

Kayla

Iwatch him walk into the kitchen like he owns the place—which, technically, he does—but tonight, he looks … different.

He appears less polished.

His sleeves are rolled halfway up his forearms, and his hair is slightly messier than usual, like he ran his hands through it too many times.

“Did your family interrogate you?” I ask.

Sawyer pours himself a glass of water. “About what?”

“Me.”

He glances over. “They asked questions.”

“Of course they did.”

“They’re curious.”

“I would be, too, if my son suddenly had a woman living in his penthouse.”

“That’s not how it was presented.”

I lean my chin into my hand. “How was it presented?”

He takes a sip of water. “Temporary housing situation.”

“You’re really committed to branding this correctly.”

He sets the glass down. “It’s accurate.”

“Your brother doesn’t seem convinced.”

Sawyer exhales once. “Cole enjoys creating problems.”

“Is he the charming one?”

“He thinks he is.”

“That usually means yes.”

The corner of his mouth twitches briefly before he reins it back in.

I hop off the couch and wander into the kitchen. “Did your mom ask about me?”