Page 123 of Crystal Iris
“You get out first,” I tell him. I don’t want to be seen naked by Broc, even if it’s dark out.
“What?” Hoyt’s voice is rough. He’s still trying to catch his own breath.
Broc immediately starts to apologize when he finds us.
“Sorry man, I didn’t…” He turns around.
“What the hell is going on?” Hoyt asks while putting on his pants.
“It’s Johanna. She’s here.”
Hoyt looks at me in the water.
“Go,” I tell him. “I will be right there.”
I wait until they are far enough away to get out of the water and put my clothes back on.
My prism is still a beacon of light, guiding me down the path back to the house.
Johanna is as beautiful as Hoyt—same eyes, same color hair—perfectly cut in short layers just above her shoulders.
She stands there, looking at me and Hoyt,both of us soaked.
“What are you doing here?” he asks her.
“It’s nice to see you too,” she replies, her tone full of attitude.
“You disappear for three years and then decide to… show up like nothing happened?”
Akira comes down with towels for us.
I look down at the floor; water drips from my hair.
“This is my house too.” She glances at me quickly.
We haven’t been introduced yet.
“I’ll move my stuff from the room,” Akira says, walking upstairs with Broc.
“You can stay in mine,” I tell Akira, and she nods.
“What the hell is that white purebred doing in the ring?” Johanna asks, her voice sharp.
“None of your business,” Hoyt responds, frustrated.
“It’s damn right my business—Dad left the horses to me.”
“Not that one.” Hoyt runs a hand through his hair.
“How much did you pay for it?” Johanna presses.
“Again, none of your business. Why did you come back?”
“Can we have some privacy?” she asks, eyeing me with clear displeasure.
“She stays,” Hoyt says firmly.
“It’s about?—”
