““Riley?” “Go away.” He’d heard Brenna enter, had decided to ignore her. But Brenna had never been easily dissuaded. “Drew said you’re not sleeping well- that you were up most of last night.” He went through a vicious series of moves and ended a foot from her, breath calm, eyes furious. “Drew has a big fucking mouth.” “Yeah, tell me something I don’t know.” She grinned, but there was worry in those magnificent eyes she’d turned from a scar to a badge of courage. “Riley, is this… I…” Scowling, he closed the distance between them to cup her cheek. “It’s not about you.” Her hurt haunted him, but he wasn’t going to put that weight on her back. That was his cross to bear. “I’m not sleeping well because I want sex.” Her mouth dropped open. Then she went bright red. “Too. Much. Information!””
