Page 20 of Living on the Edge

I hurry in that direction, pausing at their table.

“Good morning.” The greeting is for both of them, but my eyes immediately find Ryleigh’s.

Hers are dark, shuttered, this morning.

She’s still mad.

But she’s polite as well.

“Good morning.” She stands up. “I’m going to get more coffee.” She walks away and I hesitate. Do I follow or just let it go?

“You should go after her,” Jonny murmurs, arching his brows. “I mean, you look like a dog in heat so you might as well go for it.”

“I just need to ask her something,” I mutter.

“Uh huh.” He chuckles, but I don’t have time to have a conversation with him right now. And if I don’t hurry, I won’t be able to talk to her alone.

I follow her to the coffee station and quickly grab a cup.

“Hey. About last night—I owe you an apology.”

“You do.” She doesn’t look at me as she fills her cup almost to the brim.

“Well, I’m sorry if I offended you.”

“Okay.” She takes a sip, apparently waiting for me to continue.

Great.

Instead of simply accepting my apology and moving on, she’s going to bust my balls.

I probably deserve it, but for some reason I can’t quite bring myself back down.

“It’s customary toacceptwhen an apology is offered,” I taunt.

“Is it also customary to question someone’s integrity for no reason?”

“I’m allowed to ask questions about who you are and what you’re doing here,” I protest. “Just like you are. But I’m apologizing for the way those questions came across.”

Her eyes meet mine.

Emerald orbs that pierce my gaze.

God damn, she’spretty.

Especially when she’s pissed.

I almost smile but manage not to.

“Your eyes are really green,” I say instead.

Maybe turning on the charm will work.

Her brows knit together in obvious annoyance. “Excuse me?”

“I was just noticing how green your eyes are. Does that offend you as well?”

Now I’m just fucking with her.

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