Riley sits up jabbing a finger at him. "I'm not foggy, you're just scared." Uh-oh. She's feisty. I've heard omegas can get moody in between rounds during a heat. "Keep talking sweetness and I will tan your backside," Killian rumbles, jumping into his jeans. "Promises, promises," Riley huffs, taking the open bottle of water I hold out for her.
