Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

disappeared behind the flames again.
I stepped again, moving around the fire and locking eyes
with him again. “And you still like your drugs from what I
hear.”
He shook his head, knowing full well where I got that
information. “Fucking Rika.”
“Fucking Rika.” I nodded.
He moved again, disappearing, and I advanced, seeking
him. His eyes on me when he dropped out of sight and still on
me when he reappeared. His lips twitched and his gaze was
charged with fury, rage, excitement, the blacks of his eyes
small and sober, because he didn’t need that shit when he had
me.
“Winter likes you,” I said, taking another slow step. “She
seems to trust you. Why?”
“I have a way…with women,” he teased.
“I remember.” I licked my lips. “You were fun to watch.”
His breathing turned shallow, and I knew he was
remembering all the shit we got up to back in the day. We had
some fun.
Even without girls.
“You want to see me with her?” he asked. “Is that it?”
I laughed under my breath and cocked my head. “Not
exactly.”
I shot off, catching him off guard, darted around the fire
and slammed my palms into his chest, pushing him backward
into the wall of the pool house. He grunted, hitting the brick
with his bare back.
The rain started pummeling the awning overhead, and I
raced up to him, ready to throw him down on the ground, but
he bent over and barreled into my stomach, sending us both
falling to the concrete deck.
I bared my teeth, seething and throwing my fist across the
side of his head while he punched my stomach. I tightened