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made some comment directed towards Wyatt before calling Amiira's name.
     
    “Let's go,” Riley said, gesturing towards the huge screen door several yards away that lead to the patio.
     
    “Remind me to get my luggage,” Amiira suddenly said, as she retraced the footsteps of Riley's retreating form.
     
    The last thing she wanted to do was get too preoccupied with drinking and then forget that she had to carry her suitcases up two flights of stairs. Doing that even mildly intoxicated wasn't her idea of a good time.
     
    “Are they still in your car?” Kian's soothing voice almost stopped her in her tracks. “I'll get them.”
     
    “No, you don't have to do that,” Amiira responded, almost too abruptly and with too much emphasis as her eyes met his. The expression on his face was a mixture of latent surprise at her objection and keen observation of her movements. 
     
    Amiira instantly reminded herself that he was probably just being polite.
     
    “It's no big deal, I insist,” Kian said as he got up, taking a slow slip of his scotch. His gaze never left hers as he eyed her over the rim of the glass. She felt strangely tested.
     
    “It's really not necessary,” Amiira countered, as she cleared her throat and hastily ran a hand through her hair.
     
    “Why are you protesting?” Riley quipped up, looking back and forth between the two of them. “Just let him get your bags.”
     
    “Where are your keys?” Kian asked, as he tapped the side of his glass with his finger. Amiira saw a bit of a tattoo peeking out from underneath his right forearm, she hadn't noticed it earlier.
     
    “I left it unlocked,” Amiira finally said, as she regarded him, suddenly remembering that he had asked her a question.
     
    Kian nodded his head briefly, seeming momentarily satisfied as his eyes left hers and he took one last sip of his drink.
     
    “Please, finish your drink first,” Amiira spoke up suddenly.
     
    “It'll only take a minute,” Kian assured her, pushing himself away from the counter. “Enjoy your sunset.”
     
    Amiira watched as he retreated out of kitchen. His body aided by the easy full strides of his long legs. She didn't miss the easy way with which he exited the room, leaving it feeling almost gaping with his absence.
     
    Or maybe that was just her as she tried to break her own daze.
     
    Wyatt and Elijah were having some unrelated conversation as they both sipped their beers, seemingly unaware of what was going on. Suddenly she felt Riley's eyes on her.
     
    “You wanna go with him?” Riley asked, as she watched Amiira carefully, but not knowingly.
     
    “What?” Amiira countered, almost with too much enthusiasm and surprise. Almost as if she had been asked if she wanted to give him a blow job, rather than go with him to watch him pull her luggage out of her car and up to her room.
     
    “Do you want to go with him?” Riley repeated herself, a small smile played on her thin lips as her eyebrows lifted and her head titled.
     
    “Oh, no not at all,” Amiira assured her, taking a sip of her drink to quell her dry throat. “I'm sure he's carried luggage before.”
     
    “Yeah, your bags are in good hands.”
     
    “Let's go see this sunset.”
     

Chapter 8
     
    A few hours later, Amiira was definitely teetering on the edge of being thoroughly buzzed. One thing she was most proud of about herself was that she held her liquor well. She wasn't the type to get overly emotional, talkative or out of hand when she drank, though alcohol did lower her inhibitions, as it did most people.
     
    During those hours she had spent time getting to know Riley, Wyatt, and Elijah, both separately on a one on one level, and as a group. Her prior impression of Elijah had been a bit amiss. He was just kind of shy and a self proclaimed introvert, he was actually very kind yet honest in a way that was brutal depending on how he choose to deliver such truths. Amiira found this out while observing the way that he