Don't Poke the Luna (Xena and Ryder)

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Xena's POV

Leonard threw his hands up defensively. "That was one time!"

"One time too many," I muttered. I washed my hands and grabbed my camera, picking the best angle.

Click.

"Perfect," I said. The photo would make an excellent addition to my portfolio. I could sense Logan's impatience, his protective big brother vibes radiating across the room. He didn't want to leave me alone with Ryder, that much was obvious.

I'm fine, bro.

I sent through our mental link and put the camera on the counter, slipping on gloves to clean my workstation.

I don't trust him, Logan replied, his mental voice tense.

I sighed, gathering used supplies and tossing them into the proper bins. Ama will

be with me, and if you're late again, Dad will kill you.

There was a pause before Logan's grudging response. Fine. I want to know exactly when he leaves. It was an order.

But we both knew those didn't work on me. I smirked. Yes, sir.

The three boys-Logan, Leonard, and Samuel-stood and headed toward the door. Logan paused beside Ryder, tension crackling between them like electricity.

"I don't think I need to tell you to treat my sister appropriately," Logan said, his voice low and threatening.

but he remained still, controlled. "I'm not in

he said with a nod,

to Ryder. "Sorry about

supplies, stacking oil containers back into their drawers, trying

appointment," Ryder replied, his eyes tracking my movements as I continued to collect

here?" he asked,

over to the counter and pulled out my appointment book. "Yes. This shop is mine. Only mine." Pride swelled in my chest. "Maybe

I spotted an opening. "I can fit you in tomorrow at five. We'll see how long you can sit, then schedule future

for me. I train in the mornings, so that's

it to him along with a pen. "Here's what you need to fill out. Leave your paint sketch, and

these forms for?" he asked,

freely and all the small print stuff," I explained. "This is a legitimate business that I file taxes on. Just the same as the

under his

echoed, stepping out

walked out the door, Ama bounced over to me,

my god, if you don't fuck him, I will!" she exclaimed,

head. Ama was boy-crazy but had her limits. For all her flirting and kissing, she was still saving herself all

kill him," I warned her, though the

eyebrows suggestively. "Wouldn't that

Standing outside, I took a moment to admire the storefront: "Road Rebel Garage"

other essentials into my backpack wallet before strapping on my helmet. It wasn't until my leg swung over the bike's seat that I noticed Ryder across the street, staring directly at

"Almost," I replied to something Ama

shop's interior was soundproofed, but out here, with his enhanced werewolf hearing,

said to Ama, revving my engine. "I need a run

and his eyes never left me. There was something in them I didn't understand,

driveway of the my house. My heart sank as I spotted Martha standing on the porch, arms crossed, her face twisted in that familiar scowl that seemed permanently etched onto

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