Sinjin could feel both men staring at him, but he chewed on a piece of jerky he’d removed from his pack and ignored them.
Even though he was prone to one-night stands, he never talked about them. But, yeah, he’d definitely gotten a great workout all last night.
“Well, ‘bout time you two stopped circling one another,” Mac said, but didn’t push for anything more.
He heard the footsteps coming up behind him and knew they belonged to Rylee, the only female employed at ESI. She was beautiful, smart, and tough, and lived with Dex. She was also Gabe’s kid sister.
“Hey, Sinjin,” she greeted, settling down next to him. “How are the sessions with Isla going?”
His pulse flickered at the mention of Isla andsessions, but he kept his expression neutral and didn’t move. “Good.”
“Is that what they’re calling it now?” Carter jabbed as he approached with a grinning Dex.
He raised a brow. “You two done bitch slapping each other already?”
Mac and Hunter chuckled.
“Bitch slapping. Bitch slapping,” Lex and Marilyn, the two cockatoos echoed one another behind them.
“Great. Thanks for teaching my bird a new curse,” Carter said, shaking his head.
“Lex was born with a potty mouth,” Dex said. “And what he didn’t know, he learned from Mel’s brother.”
Carter nodded. “Yeah, he has afowlmouth.”
Everyone groaned at the lame joke, including Carter and Sinjin. That bird’s language was more colorful than a sailor’s.
Hunter and Mac walked toward the mat while Carter grabbed a water bottle near the cage and sat down on the bench. Dex pulled Rylee in for a kiss before taking the bottle of water she handed him.
“So, howarethe sessions with Isla going?” Carter asked.
Rylee smirked. “Not letting that go, are you?”
“Nope.” The guy shrugged, his gaze still on Sinjin, apparently waiting for an answer.
So, he shrugged too. “Fine.”
Although, they were a hell of a lot better than fine last night.
“Just fine?” Carter asked.
“Yep.”
He could hold his own against any of them and their interrogation tactics.
Carter stared at him for a long moment. Sinjin wasn’t worried. No way his buddy could know that he had slept with Isla.
“So, Loki’s starting to listen to her?” Carter asked, wisely shifting the focus off Isla.
“Yes, he’s taking note of her tone and listening to commands much better.” He’d taken a few from her last night, too.
The sound of chatter alerted them to the approach of several people in the alley. He watched with the others as Stef, Mel, and Isla stepped through the open doorway.
His attention immediately snagged on her and the way her denim skirt clung to her hips, falling to mid-thigh, her white shirt hugged her waist and breasts, and the way the fringes on her sexy white sandals circled her slim ankles. But it was her expression that rooted him to the spot as she walked right to him.
“You look great,” he said before he could stop himself.
Her smile was soft, and warm, with a satisfied tilt of a woman who’d enjoyed several orgasms the night before. “You, too.”
