And that was before Kason realized the band’s bunks were in disarray.
When he saw the mangled platform that Kyra used to sleep on littering the floor, he tipped on his crutches.Jordan put an arm around his waist to steady him.
Right about then, Kyra emerged from the bathroom.Whatever she’d done in there, it couldn’t scrub away the alterations to her face, which seemed more relaxed than it had in ages.Her hair stuck out, rumpled like it was after she sweated her way through a show.Despite the precarious situation they found themselves in now, she shot Van a secret smile.
“What the fuck happened here?”Kason asked, his gaze flying between Kyra, Van, and the busted berth.
“I’m not sure, but it looks like it was a hell of a lot of fun,” Wren teased as she squeezed past the guys toward Kyra.The two women had become close friends during the time they’d spent lately, both on the road and at the Hot Rides garage, where Wren was a specialty welder.
Kyra smirked and Wren high-fived her, “Atta girl.”
“About damn time,” Jordan muttered.Van had started hanging out with the guy more often now that he was around Kason a bunch, and they had a shared background in government service and security.Hell, maybe Van should talk to Kason about recruiting Jordan.They could use someone as skilled as him on the team.
“What you two do on your off time is your business,” Kason said cautiously.“But what happens between you impacts us all around here.Are we good now?”
“So motherfucking good,” Kyra sighed as she dropped her head onto Wren’s shoulder.The other woman hugged her and grinned.
“What she said.”Van grinned and wished it was him holding Kyra instead.But he’d take what he could get until they had a chance to really work things out once and for all.
Hopefully what they’d done would make it easier and not harder to talk.