CHAPTER 11
ISABELLE
The ride home from the hiking trails is steeped in a heady peace that invades my chest and wraps my heart in cotton, muting my anxiety.
Two orgasms in two days, and despite my rocky start, the power I felt writhing in Rooster’s lap… I didn’t even know I could come like that. I’ve lost the ability to worry about Jeff. Neat-o. But the nerves creep back in as we drive closer to the warehouse, the horizon gone fuzzy with evening, the s****l afterglow fading. I smell of s*x. I smell of Rooster.
I glance over, and he turns my way, his red beard twitching as he smiles. I f****d his brains out, and I don’t even know his real name.
Did I do the right thing? I mean, I didn’t do the wrong thing, but how will Ryder react? Lack of jealousy or not, lack of commitment or not, may
