“Hm,” Cypress hums, clearly amused. “Have a nice talk?”
“Not exactly…” I drag a hand through my hair. “I may have pointed my gun at her.”
Cypress gives me a look. “I take it you’re not speaking metaphorically…”
“No, damn it,” I bite out. “I didn’t know who was up there, and you know the reputation Preston has. Better to be careful.”
“True,” Cypress agrees, nodding. “So, you pointed your gun at her, and then you…?”
“Was fine,” I inform him. “We came to an agreement.”
“Did you?”
“Yes.”
“And what does that entail?”
“We mind our own business.”
Cypress laughs. “How sweet.”
“More feisty,” I say, turning to stare back at the sky and quickly clearing my throat when I realize her temperament likely was not what he was referring to. “I suspect she doesn’t know how to defend herself properly. Also think she’s on her own. Not saying she needs looking after, but she seems like maybe she hasn’t had much kindness. No people around her. I might…I might go check on her later.” I can feel Cypress looking at me, can practicallyhearwhat he’s thinking, but he’s wrong. “Justsomething for us to be aware of as we’re getting into things here.”
“Indeed,” Cypress agrees. “And what does she look like? So I can beaware, too, if I run into her.”
“Pretty,” I say, deciding to keep things short and simple, since there’s no reason to be going on about it. “Green eyes. Freckles on her nose. Long auburn hair put up. Think maybe it’s a bit curly, kind of. She’s not very tall, but you might not know it for how she holds herself. She’s feisty, as I said, but I think maybe she’s got a softness to her, too. She has a horse there that looks well and cared for…” I clear my throat again, trailing off. “Anyway, not sure that’s much to go on.”
“Hardly anything.” Out of the corner of my eye, I can see him grinning. “Although, I have a feeling I will know her when I see her.”
“Cy…” I say, looking at him now.
“Aiden,” he replies, the picture of innocence.
“Whatever you’re thinking…”
“I’m not thinking anything.”
“You’re always thinkingsomething.”
“I am merely open to possibilities.”
“You open to the possibility of not causing trouble for just the span of a few hours?”
“I’m not sure.” He frowns, appearing to think carefully before his eyes drop to my mouth. “A lot can get accomplished in a few hours…”
I roll my eyes. “I’m still not gonna fuck you on a roof, Cy. Not when there’s a perfectly good bed downstairs.”
“What if I fuckyou?”
“Sure. Downstairs. In the house. In the room we are paying for. Where the farthest we can fall is to the floor rather than several stories.”
“Fine,” Cypress says, letting out a resigned sigh that makes mechuckle.
“You going to be okay?” I ask him, worrying about leaving him up on this roof. “If I go check on her? I know you don’t sleep well if I’m not…”
“I’ll manage,” he says easily, then smiles again. “Small price to pay.”
“Cypress,” I warn.