🗝️Detective Ryker Viltarin must uncover dark secrets before he loses not only his heart but also his life.🗝️
You're on your own, far from home
The wind is blowing in the top of the pines
A gloomy sky where the sun never shines
Deep...
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"Morning," Ryker grumbled, sounding like the walking scrap heap Rusty as he dragged himself into the kitchen with heavy steps. An attentive pair of green-blue eyes gazed at him, scrutinizing him closely and with growing amusement.
He didn't even manage to drag himself around the table before a cup was already being held out to him. The aroma of fresh coffee wafted into his nose.
As if remote-controlled, he reached for the china. His fingers slid towards the longed-for morning drink before Eve snatched it from under his nose with a playful twinkle.
"Good morning?" Eve chirped with a hint of mischief in her voice. His gaze lingered on the cup in her hand, which she had now turned so it half disappeared behind her back. A slight tingling sensation spread through his chest, awakening his senses as playfully as the first rays of sunshine, but he didn't flinch.
"Coffee," he murmured softly, barely audible as he took a step closer, and the distance between them narrowed to a fine line. Close enough that he could detect her scent over the coffee - pastry, flowery, fresh. A smell that he secretly preferred to the coffee on such a sleepy morning, even if he didn't say so. Almost automatically, his gaze found hers, and Ryker heard her breath slow.
Seizing the moment, Ray quickly reached for the cup behind her back and felt a slight smile on his lips as he took the cup from her hand and gave her a glance that carried a mixture of silent laughter and a cheeky grin. She would have to think of something else if she wanted to annoy him. After all, he was a head or two taller than her.
Ryker liked it. The playfulness between them that had grown out of a tense situation and now felt so easy.
"You look like you've been hit by a bus," he heard Eve continue after she bit her lip for a moment, and he sipped his morning drink. He ignored the thought that she always looked sexy when she did that.
"You okay?"
'Shit, Ray, focus!'
He sat down at the large table and slowly looked over at the young mother, who turned her attention from the pan on the stove to him. There, she had scrambled a couple of eggs into an omelet with bacon, which was now threatening to burn. That was unusual. Ray felt his eyebrow raise questioningly. He must look awful if Eve was so distracted and chose such direct words. Usually, that was more Riona's style.
