Roll Against Discovery (3d20 Book 3) by Allyson Lindt Read Free Book Online Page A

posture,” I said.
    “Yes, Sensei.” His tone shifted to business in an instant.
    I situated my hands on his arms. “This is a little more advanced than what we teach beginners, but you said you’ve done some sparring. Do you know how to roll?”
    “As in, tuck myself into a ball and tumble, so I don’t get hurt? I’ve got some idea.”
    “Good.” I resisted the urge to press back into him and drown in his touch. “I’m going to go slowly. When I toss you forward, fall into the momentum.”
    “You’re going to toss me?” Disbelief crept into his question.
    “Yup.” Without warning, I shifted my weight, planted my feet, and altered my stance to turn my own body into a fulcrum. I felt him falter behind me, and I used his weight and uncertainty to bring him over my shoulder.
    He hit the mat with an oof but rolled into the gesture.
    I rested my toes on his chest. “Point for me.”
    He brushed my leg aside and climbed to his feet. “That was fantastic. Never saw it coming. I have to know how you did it. I mean, I get the physics, but show me again.”
    We spent the next half hour repeating the move, with him trying it several times until he was happy. And then I sped it up to full pace. I had him rush me from behind, and planted him on the floor. I straddled him, hands on his wrists, to hold them above his head, both of us laughing.
    “You were wrong, you know.” His voice dropped an octave, brown eyes searching my face. “You’re a fantastic instructor. If someone told you otherwise, you need to find a new dojo.”
    “Thanks.” I flushed at the compliment and the closeness of his body. It would be so easy to lean in and steal a kiss. So tempting… I crammed the thought aside, stood, and offered him a hand up.
    He didn’t let go of my hand when he was on his feet. “Do you have anywhere to be?” he asked.
    “Not really. They’re running a Kurosawa marathon all night on the hotel convention channel. That was my only plan.”
    “So come watch in our room.” He squeezed my hand.
    As we made our way upstairs, I wondered what the rules were about staying friends with a fling after it was over. That was probably a stupid idea, but as I glanced at Evan, I couldn’t help entertaining the thought.

Chapter Eight
    The door creaked open, and Trevor stepped into the room. When his gaze landed on us—me half-sitting, half-lying on Evan, both of us propped up against the headboard—a shadow passed over his face. He shook his head, dropped his phone on the nightstand, and sank onto the edge of the bed. His attention stayed on the TV when he asked, “Did I miss the fun?” It sounded as if he was trying to be upbeat, but his words fell flat.
    I’d enjoyed my time with Evan, but Trevor wasn’t talking about that. Honestly, while getting physical had been a background thought, it never became more during the evening. I’d been focused on other things.
    “We wouldn’t start anything without you,” Evan sat, disentangling himself from me in the process.
    I scooted a little further away, an uneasy pit forming in my gut. I almost felt guilty, as if I’d been caught doing something I shouldn’t. The thought didn’t make any sense, and I dismissed it. “Is everything better at work?”
    “For now.” Trevor finally looked at us again.
    “You fixed it with your massive, impressive brain?” I drawled out each word with teasing innuendo.
    The shadows melted from his expression and were replaced with hesitant amusement. “I don’t know if I’d call it impressive.”
    “You’re being modest.” I winked.
    “The woman’s got good taste in”—Evan cleared his throat—”brains.”
    “She’s not a zombie.” Trevor’s shoulders relaxed.
    “I might be. Or maybe I just have a solid appreciation for a nice organ.”
    Trevor leaned back and planted his palms on the mattress behind him. “I’m more than a sexy brain.”
    Evan scooted closer to me. “At the risk of shattering all this innuendo, God ,