"Your ability to make an entrance is undeniably impressive, Rayna," Arkady said dryly, but his smile was slight yet warm as he emerged from the doorway of his own trailer. He'd heard the snarl of the motorcycle long before the bellowing cry of the woman on it, but she was a sight for sore eyes; the lean brown body beneath the sleek leather, the tumble of carmine hair.
"How've you been, dove?" he asked her kindly, stopping a few feet from her and holding out his arm in welcome. He was expecting an enthusiastic hug, and so had braced himself accordingly for such a thing.