Page 110 of Wolf Cursed
“I’m tough as nails,” he grunted, and I shook my head.
“See you later,” I called as I left.
Kai stood at the curb, bike already idling.
“Not going undercover today?” I asked.
“The weather has everyone headed home early anyway,” he said. “I think we’ll be okay.”
I stepped up to where he waited and let him slide the helmet onto my head then buckle it underneath my chin.
“One of these days, I’ll have to learn how to do this myself,” I said.
“Nah. That’s not as much fun for me.” He winked then patted the top of the helmet. “Ready?”
“Yep.” I glanced up at the gathering clouds. “Think we’ll make it?”
“Babe. I’m faster than you give me credit for.” He threw his leg over and motioned for me to climb on behind him. “But you might want to hang on extra tight. We’re going to take a back way so no one sees us.”
I grinned, more than happy to do exactly as he asked.
The ride to Kai’s house was a thrill of wind and gravity and the hum of my own body being pressed to his. By the time we arrived, I could smell the rain on the air, and not a single inch of sky could be seen through the gathering clouds.
“Impressed?” Kai asked as he parked and cut the engine.
I slid off the back, rolling my eyes at his smug smirk. “At your driving skills or your incredibly huge ego?” I shot back.
He grinned. “Is that what Isaac was asking you about when I came in yesterday morning?” His brows lifted. “My huge… ego?”
“Oh my god.” I turned away, fumbling with the helmet’s chin strap as the twins pulled up beside us in the Mustang.
They got out, and Idrissa hit the button to put the top back up.
“Isaac, just in time,” Kai said.
“Ooh, what did I miss?” he asked.
I gave Kai a warning glare. “Nothing,” I said pointedly.
Kai laughed, and both twins stopped in their tracks.
“What?” I asked, noting their stricken faces. I looked around, worried they’d seen or sensed someone else approaching.
“The song of the angels,” Isaac said, a hand over his heart. “It’s a miracle.”
“Shut up,” Kai muttered and started for the house.
Isaac looked at me. “Kai doesn’t laugh,” he explained.
“Okay,” I said, drawing out the word. “I mean, I know he’s kind of serious most of the time but—”
“No, not most of the time,” Isaac corrected. “All the damn time.”
“He’s right,” Idrissa said, falling into step with us as we followed Kai to the porch. “I think last time Kai laughed was senior year homecoming when Presley mooned the principal and the entire marching band all in one show.”
“He. Doesn’t. Laugh,” Isaac repeated.
I let them pass me and file inside then stopped in front of Kai, who was holding the door open. Before he could say a word, I leaned in and kissed him on the mouth.
