Lydia leaned out of his embrace. “I don’t think I did that single handily. I’m pretty sure your hands…and your mouth had something to do with it.”
Rick chuckled. “That’s what I meant. We’re combustible when we’re together. We’re going to have to come up with something because I don’t have any plans to stop making love to you.”
Lydia leaned into Rick’s chest. “I guess they’re all mad at me. Do they want me to go?”
Rick stroked her back. “No, it’s nothing like that…although I can’t comment for Jonah.” Rick kissed the top of her head. “I think they’re all concerned about you. I just thought you should know before we walked out into the line of fire.”
Lydia pushed off his lap and grabbed her coffee, downing the entire cup. “I guess we can’t hide in here forever. Let’s go get something to eat before you leave.”
Rick deposited their cups into the sink and rinsed them out. He glanced over his shoulder. “You know…Brody wasn’t too happy about what caused the blackout.”
She raised her brow and crossed her arms over her chest. “I guess it’s really none of his business. Is it?”
Lydia tilted her head. Rick didn’t seem to be the type of man to be scared off by another, but the thought of someone like Brody as an enemy instead of an ally might make him pause, and that’s not what she wanted. She could choose to do what made her happy, and if a specific twin at the compound didn’t accept her choice then she’d throw his ass against the wall… again.
Rick turned off the water and turned to her. “Nope, none of his business whatsoever. I just wanted to pre-warn you in case he acts like a jerk today.”
Lydia wouldn’t expect anything less from the playboy who didn’t get his prey. She was sure that he’d be pouting because she hadn’t chosen him. “I’ll keep that in mind. Now let’s go eat. I’m starving.”
Rick walked with his palm on Lydia’s back toward the dining hall. They had “morning after” written all over their faces. She was sure her face was ten shades of red, knowing that everyone in the compound had to know what she’d been doing to kill the lights. Lydia paused. “I guess I should probably go apologize to Jonah first.”
Rick shook his head. “Nope, food first. We need to get your strength back one hundred percent, and then we’ll go explain to Jonah that it was an unfortunate accident and one that will probably happen again.”
Lydia threw her shoulders back and raised her chin. If Rick wasn’t ashamed of what had happen, then she wasn’t either. The sex had been amazing and worth every minute of glares she might receive.
They strolled into the dining hall. All chatter stopped, and everyone looked up at them. Brody stood from a nearby table, bringing her a glass of orange juice, and nodded once before he left the room. Rick steered her toward a table and leaned down and pressed his lips to hers before he whispered, “Wait here. I’ll grab us something to eat.”
Lydia surveyed the room of unfamiliar faces. She could feel the energy simmering just under her skin. If she created a scene in here, she’d never live it down. Marlaina slid into a seat next to her and waved her hand at the other employees. “Don’t mind them. They’re just jealous.”
Lydia gave a slight smile. “I’m sure that’s not it. Probably mad that they had to stay up all night fixing my mess.”
Marlaina grinned. “You’re just the first to do it. They’re in awe, really. I can’t say I blame them. You must wield an amazing power to take out our high-tech security.”
Lydia stole a glance toward Rick from beneath her lowered lashes. He was watching her as he grabbed some napkins and started walking back over to the table. “Nothing more than Brody is capable of. He must just control his better. I’m still learning.”
Marlaina placed her elbows on the table. “So, tell me. Did you have any more visions after the amazing sex last night? I’ve already been told about the warehouse. Anything else you want to tell me… you know, just so we can expect it.”
Her question elicited a tiny shiver to travel down Lydia’s spine. She didn’t know why; call it her intuition or whatever. It could have been the circumstances surrounding the vision she’d had a few days before or the fact that Marlaina, a virtual stranger, was discussing her sex life, but something felt off. She just couldn’t put her finger on it.
Rick pulled out a chair next to her and started unloading the tray full of food. He nodded toward the blonde. “Marlaina.”
Marlaina rose from her chair and put her palm on Lydia’s shoulder. “Don’t worry. I’ll make sure no one gives her a hard time about what happened. She’s in good hands until you get back.”
Rick nodded. “I appreciate that, although I won’t be gone long, maybe a week at the most.”
“Oh, that shouldn’t be too bad. You must be flying out. When does your flight leave?”