Don't Poke the Luna (Xena and Ryder)

Chapter 175 Xena's POV "She hasn't givenany reason to be jealous, Ryder said thoughtfully after a moment of consideration.

I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, wondering if he was questioning by desirability. The way he so casually dismissed the possibility of jealousy made something twist inside me.

"So, if srandom guy cup and hugged her, you'd be completely fine with it? Ama pressed, leaning forward with that mischievous glint in her eye I knew all too well.

"If a stranger tried to touch her, she'd probably punch him in the throat, Ryder replied without hesitation.

I glanced at him, noting how his expression had transformed from casual to deadly serious in an instant. So possessive. The thought crossed my mind before I could stop it.

Ama reluctantly conceded the point. "Whatever. One day, one of yous going to get jealous, and I'll be right there laughing and saying I told you so." She stood up, pointing her finger at us accusingly. "That day will come, and you two... you'll deserve it." With that tic declaration, she stormed out, William trying and failing to hide his amused smile as he followed after her.

"When was the last tshe got laid?" Ryder asked bluntly.

Clearly William isn't fulfilling his duties," I replied with a laugh, watching as Ryder finished the last bite of his food.

"Would you get jealous?" I asked suddenly, my heart racing a little faster as I waited for his answer.

"Only before we complete the mate bond. You don't open up toeasily, and I find it hard to read you," Ryder shrugged, his casual tone belying the intensity in his eyes.

I could feel the weight of what he wasn't saying. I was almost certain he'd never admit it outright. "Hmm..." It almost sounded like a challenge, but my respect for him wouldn't allowto deliberately try to make him jealous.

"Don't even think about trying," he warned, seeing right through me.

"Me? Do something like that to you?" I feigned innocence, placing a hand over my heart.

For a split second, I genuinely wondered what he'd look like jealous. Not because I wanted to hurt him, but because seeing him lose control overwould givea strange sense of satisfaction. The thought was selfish, and I pushed it away immediately.

Ryder rolled his eyes at me, standing up to throw our trash away. I noticed a group of girls at the next table giggling, and realized we'd had an audience.

"Ready Ryder asked when he returned, pulling out my chair.

"Yeah, I'm ready," I replied, deliberately walking ahead of him the entire way. A part ofwanted to ride my motorcycle, but that wouldn't be practical if we needed to bring things back. Besides, this way I could tease him a little.

When he started the car, he revved the engine hard, causing it to lurch forward. I tized dropping my phone in the back seat from the sudden movement.

"Seriously?" Ryder asked, his eyes widening as he looked at me.

"That was a bit excessive," I said as I turned around to retrieve my phone. "Oops, sorry." I deliberately pointed my ass toward him as I pretended to struggle reaching the phone.

1/3 Chapter 175 "Need help?' Ryder eventually asked, his voice noticeably deeper than usual.

"No, I got it," I said, settling back in my seat comfortably.

"Good." Ryder placed his hand on my thigh, the heat of his palm searing through the fabric of my jeans.

"Have you seen my dress for prom yet?" I asked, changing the subject "No, why?" "Just curious," I replied with a shrug.

"You're talking a lot today," Ryder commented quietly.

"Sorry?" I felt a pang of hurt at his words and turned toward the window.

"I didn't mean that as a bad thing, but you're acting strange," he clarified, his eyes briefly meeting mine.

"Stranger than Ama?" I challenged.

"Nobody's stranger than Ama," Ryder concluded with a slight smile.

"True." Feeling somewhat defeated, I stared out the window, trying to appear sullen and brooding, the way he seemed to think I should be.

We drove the rest of the way in silence. I was surprised by his lack of commentary on my behavior. Instead of feeling relieved, I felt hurt and irritated. When we reached my shop, I didn't wait for him before going inside.

I knew I was overreacting, but sometimes pride makesdo irrational things. I should've just told him how I felt, but instead, I chose silence - which did nothing to solve the problem.

All the equipment was in place, though most of it was still wrapped in plastic sheeting. The workbenches needed assembly, and the computer in the office remained boxed up. A fine layer of construction dust coated everything. I took my texploring the renovated space, starting from the front of the shop.

The reception desk was taller than before - Penelope had understood my needs perfectly. Now I could oversee the entire workshop whilemaintaining a private customer area. Behind the reception area was my new office. Although small, it offered both privacy and functionality. A desk stood against one wall. To my surprise, there was a large object covered with a dust sheet in the corner, marked with a "Xena - Keep out label.

Moving further in, I noticed safety mirrors had been installed beside the repair area. They'd expanded the repair space while maintaining the original functional layout. The sage green walls I'd chosen looked professional yet welcoming. The tool cabinets were securely mounted, and the customization area, though narrow, had well-designed shelving. A separate workbench at waist height would be perfect for laying out motorcycle parts and customization tools. It was perfect exactly what I wanted and needed..

I looked around and found Ryder standing there, watchingintently.