Page 41 of Noah's Reckoning

Yep, not happy.

He, on the other hand, was dressed as normal.

“You should wear a tie,” I said in advance of getting any grief from him.

“I don’t do ties,” he said, his eyes still on my legs and shoes.

“Well, corporate likes them. Given that you have to explain the loss of a multi-million-dollar, oil-producing well, you might want to play on their terms.”

“You can do that for me. Now, let’s get out of here before I push you back in that room and rip that prissy, silk blouse off you.”

“It’s not prissy,” I snapped. “It’s professional. And don’t growl at me just because…just because…”

I stopped myself from saying just because he didn’t get laid last night. My level of frustration was no less obvious. Turns out I liked getting fucked by Noah Aikens. A lot.

However, with the rules he’d established last night, I had no idea if it was ever going to happen again.

Except he had suggested dinner and he was staying in Anchorage for a few days. That had to mean something.

Maybe he just wants to let you down easy. You can’t make a scene in a restaurant.

He didn’t press me to finish my statement, probably because he knew what I was going to say. “Let’s go.”

I grabbed my long coat to cover my legs and grabbed the handle of the suitcase I’d packed.

“What’s that?” he asked pointing at it.

“My suitcase,” I said, not sure why he was asking something so obvious. Then it occurred to me he’d never flown with me to Anchorage. “I won’t be back here for at least a month baring any more surprises. So I take all my clothes back to do laundry. I don’t like the detergent you guys use up here.”

He growled like I’d offended him.

“What?” I asked exacerbated.

“Nothing.” He took the suitcase from me and hitched on his shoulder what he’d brought with him as an overnight bag. I didn’t think about fighting him. Not in his surly mood.

“Sleep okay last night?” he asked me.

“Like a baby,” I lied.

What was I supposed to tell him? That after three nights of sleeping in his arms, I was spoiled. That I felt adrift and alone. That there had been no less than five times when I got out of bed with the intention of heading to his room just so I could have his arms around me again.

“You?” I asked.

“Yep. Great.”

Jerk.

* * *

Olivia

The flight to Anchorage was uneventful, but it was, as I suspected, going to be tight on time.

“I’ll get us a rental,” he said as we made our way through the airport. Which was small by most U.S. city standards, but when you compared it to a stretch of runway in Hope’s Point, it seemed pretty big.

“No need. I have my truck here.” I wiggled the keys I dug out of my purse.

“I’m driving.”