Page 4 of Ghost

Her eyebrows pinch, and her fingers fly over the keys.

Precise.

Quick.

Purposeful.

If she were up against anyone but me, I have no doubt she’d have already found everything she was looking for.

Beside her laptop is a notepad and a physics textbook. The nameLunais scribbled on the side of her coffee cup, and it’s fitting for a girl who doesn’t make sense.

Luna’s eyes brighten, and I glance at my phone to see what she’s so excited about. She’s almost made it into a dual-authenticated, password-protected file, and that’s when I decide to shut her out. I lock the door and kick her out of my server for good.

Looking up, I see Luna’s brow furrow with the sudden defeat, expecting frustration to wash over her face. Instead, a wide smile stretches her cheeks, and she bursts out laughing.

Loud.

Unapologetic.

She laughs so big and bold it fills the silence of the coffeeshop.

Nothing about this girl strikes me as delicate, but with one giggle, she has the whole room’s attention.

She tips her head back with her laugh, and I know I’m staring at her, but I can’t fucking help it. I can’t tear my eyes off this girl. Even when her blue gaze meets mine, I can’t look away.

“Sorry.” She smiles, slapping her laptop shut and shaking her head. “There’s nothing like getting caught, right?”

I glance around, and it takes a moment to process she’s talking to me.

“Caught?” I play dumb.

Luna brushes her fingers over her closed laptop. “Yeah,caught. I know people always say there’s nothing like the chase, but they’re wrong. Or they’re scared, maybe? Who knows. Getting caught is way more thrilling.”

Her gaze moves down, pausing as she takes in my leather cut. Unlike the redhead who works at the coffee shop, she doesn’t look scared, but I can’t read what she’s thinking. Knowing I’m in a motorcycle club makes other people look the other way, which is how I prefer it. But Luna doesn’t so much as blink.

Her complete lack of fear is probably a red flag, confirming she works for my club’s enemies, but my mind struggles to process that as she watches me.

“Ghost?” My name is a question as a guy behind the counter slides my coffee across it toward me.

“Thanks.” I take it, popping the lid off to cool it down.

“Ghost, huh?” Luna asks, readjusting her purple hair into a bun on the top of her head. “That’s a strange name.”

“I could say the same for Luna.” I tip my chin at her coffee cup.

She glances down at the scribbly letters and smiles up at me. “I guess you’re right. Is Ghost a nickname or something?”

“Or something.” I glance down at her books, thinking up a way to divert the conversation. “Are you studying for a test?”

She can’t know why I’m here or that I’m with the club.

“Studying?” Her eyebrows furrow as she follows my gaze, spotting her physics book. “Oh, right. Yes, I was. Studying and working.”

“What kind of work do you do?”

I shouldn’t be entertaining this conversation when I should be reporting her to my president, but I can’t seem to help it.

“Research…” She taps her fingers on the table, looking nervous as her gaze drifts off. “I help people find things.”

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