Page 145 of Sky’s Edge

I wished I was a fly on the wall when he discovered that.

“Now, go back to sleep,” Tanyn ordered.

“Thanks for telling me.”

“Of course.”

“Thanks for taking care of my friend.”

I felt his lips touch mine and then, “Of course on that too.”

As my eyes drooped closed and sleep claimed me, I wondered vaguely if I was still falling for him, or if I was already a goner.

Since I fell right back to sleep, I figured the answer didn’t matter.

Either way was fine by me.

The next morning, Nayden stood at the top of the steps to the soni-jet, waiting while Tanyn and I made out at the foot of them.

Eventually, he ended our session, which set me to pouting.

“I’ll be down no later than seven on Friday,” he said to my pout.

That wasn’t even forty-eight hours away.

I still kept pouting.

“And I’m not leaving until Monday morning.”

This meant another dinner with him. Another evening of sex with him. Another night sleeping at his side.

That didn’t end my pout, but it did end the severity of it.

He pulled me closer and said gently, “Thank you for carving out a night for me.”

“Should we plan one for next week?”

“Shall we make them a thing for Wednesday?”

I nodded.

He sealed our agreement with a kiss.

He then let me give Hurley, who was hanging close, a head rub before he scooted me up the stairs to the jet.

After I settled in, I watched him through the window, Hurley again sitting at his side.

And as we lifted off, me, Catla Truelock, waved like a lovestruck schoolgirl.

Tanyn sent me another one of his air kisses.

So sweet.

We stayed strapped in until the boom emanated from the craft after it broke the sound barrier, and only then did I realize Nayden wasn’t in the cockpit, he was again sitting across from me.

Watching me contemplatively.

“I fucked up,” I said quietly. “Then he fucked up. We sorted it out. I care about him greatly. And if we work, I’ll do my utmost to make him happy.”