Rebel (The Renegades)

prayer of thanks, automatically switching to Spanish. Everything was coming

She looked beautiful, and damn if that smile didn’t make me want to steal her away

Good night, Dr. Delgado.”

“Miss Carstairs.” I inclined my head toward her, retreating

Bingo. Her brain was as much of a turn-on as her body was—hell, even more so.

“We’re

knew there was nothing going on there from Penelope’s side, but his? Yeah, there was some definite interest there, and I didn’t appreciate it.

I’d nearly growled

You’ve never let anyone… Holy shit, Penelope, you’re a virgin?”

“Ummm. Yes?” I sat up, drawing my knees to my

He has an Airborne tattoo on his arm,” I said with a forced shrug. “I saw it when we were in the gym one day. Explains his knowledge on chutes and stuff, too.”

“That would make

Did her friends even realize what she was doing? It was so plainly clear to me—using the adrenaline to soothe, the stunts to hide. She was shoving everything Penelope under the Rebel mask, and they were too fucking absorbed in their happy little relationships to see it, otherwise they would have stopped this.

This is your demon, and you’ll choose to conquer it, or you’ll choose to live with it.”

“I can understand that,” she said with a subtle nod, and something told me she did. She might be a little rich girl, but I was beginning to think that money was the only way she’d been spoiled.