Complications

Micah

It’d taken every ounce of the restraint that I’d honed over the years to force myself to step foot outside that room with Rune lying naked and needy between the thin fabric of the sheets.

I’d seen the way she’d fidgeted with both Shane and my gazes trained on her in her barely clothed state, in spite of how sated my closest friend had likely left her beforehand, but there was fear in her mien as well.

Just the same, I’d known we would have to tread carefully moving forward, and that was one of the main reasons I’d made myself leave the room when I did.

Well, that, and the repeated din of knocking coming from the direction of the front door.

Reaching the door in the middle of the racket, I didn’t waste time in opening it, giving the man on the outside a glare that would scare most other men in the span of a heartbeat, but he didn’t seem concerned as I snapped out, “There’s a child here trying to sleep. We would appreciate you keeping it down.”

Guffawing disdainfully, the guy