Don't Poke the Luna (Xena and Ryder)

Chapter 150

Xena's POV

"I didn't say that,” I annotinced, pulling my helmet off as we approached the construction site. The air was filled with the sound of drills, saws, and the scent of sawdust. In the distance, we could see the top of the building taking shape against the sky.

"Oh?" Ryder's response was casual, but I could tell he was waiting for me to elaborate.

We began walking up the slope towards the site. I just meant that when we go on trips, we can take the motorcycle, Honestly, 1

mother said." wasn't giving much thought to what your

"Okay."

"What do you think we should do?" I asked, looking up at him.

words were like a

said, trying to keep the frustration out of my voice, hoping he would understand my desire for joint

you would immediately pull back. No, I know you. You need to do things your way, in your own time. That's why I

I didn't respond, just silently followed behind him. What he said was true. Many times I thought I'd changed, but I

walked straight past the warning signs and approached a trailer where a

instantly transformed into respectful deference when he saw Ryder. He extended his hand to shake Ryder's first. "Mr. Roderick, this is my wife, Xena." The word 'wife' made my heart skip

human. "Hello," I said, extending my hand. He shook it, but seemed annoyed. His grip was uncomfortable,

Ryder. His belly hung over his jeans, somehow held up by

coming along? I'd like a tour, thank you." Ryder's voice carried undeniable

grabbed his baseball cap and led us outside. I followed just a step behind,

were blueprints nearby. While Ryder and Mr. Roderick discussed the joints, I quietly slipped over to examine them. The community center was massive. According to the plans, there would be a central space the size of a football field that could be divided into two separate areas

I called out, still

and turned to me. "What is it? A flicker