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Ravyn pursed her lips. “They are.”
“I could use a drink.” I stood as well.
Ravyn gestured toward the cabin, and we headed into the kitchen. She grabbed two lemonades from the fridge and handed me one.
“How well do you know them? Owen and Kingston?” I tried to sound casual. I sipped my drink to hide any fidgeting.
“They’ve been friends with Ramsey for years. I see them every few months.”
I both did and didn’t want to ask my next question. It would be obvious why I wondered, but since Ravyn already made the comment about worshiping, it wasn’t as though she’d missed the attraction. “Do you know...” How should I phrase this? “Do they ever mix business with pleasure?”
“No.” There was no hesitation in her response. “I mean, I guess it’s possible, since I don’t know how they spend their downtime, but I can’t imagine Owenevercrossing that line. He doesn’t even like to call in favors.”
“They never do.” Ramsey’s reply came from the kitchen doorway. “I’d bet a hedge fund on that. Kingston blurs a few lines, but—if you don’t already know this, you haven’t spent enough time with them—their business is their world. They’d never jeopardize it.”
I understood the sentiment, but was I doing exactly that to myself, by being here?
Chapter Eleven
By the end of the night, as we were saying ourgoodbyes, I’d decided to forgive Kingston for joking that sex meant I’d sell my business to them. It was a lot less stressful to go back to enjoying the scenery and the conversation, at least for the next hour or so drive down the canyon.
After that, it wouldn’t matter. Our time together would be done.
When we reached the SUV, Kingston playfully tugged my arm toward the back seats. “Let Owen chauffeur.”
“That seems a little odd.” Didn’t it?
Owen shrugged. “No odder than the two of us in the front seat and Kingston alone in back. Keep each other company.”
As we headed toward main roads, an unexpected sadness surged through me, clenching around my heart.
“Why the frown?” Kingston tugged a thumb over my bottom lip.
The intimate touch caught me off-guard, but soothed me. Did I dare say out loud what I was thinking? It would be rude to hide it. “I’m not ready for the day to end.”
Insecurities twinged inside. Was it stupid to admit that?
