Page 38 of Death Warden
The kitchen was empty this time of day as most of the Grave Spirits worked nights. Logan dealt with scheduling, admin, and updating the lore books in the club’s electronic library. The guy knew everything about, well, everything.
We were finishing up our second mugs of coffee when Curo’s cold, fresh scent alerted me to his presence.
“Morning, sleeping beauty,” he drawled. He’d dressed in jeans that hugged his hips and a black T-shirt that clung to his pecs and shoulder muscles as if it were making love to him. He had that muscular but lean vibe that, coupled with his height, gave his movements an almost effortless lazy air.
He had a jacket flung over his shoulder, hooked on the crook of his index finger. “Fancy a ride, Tinker Bell?”
I’d never have considered myself petite, but compared to these guys, I probably was.
I leaned back in my chair. “What did you have in mind?”
“I can show you the city, shining, shimmering, and fucking splendid.”
“Isn’t that line from…something?”
He reached past me, leaning in so his chest was so close I could have nipped his nipple, and plucked an uneaten strip of bacon off my plate.
“Delish.” He chewed with gusto, gaze fixed on mine with an intensity that made my neck warm.
The urge to look away was strong, but I held his gaze defiantly, then slowly dropped mine to his lips and back up again. See how he liked the once-over.
He sucked air through his teeth and chuckled softly. “Come on.” He headed for the door, confident I’d follow.
I was tempted not to, but Dax had made it clear I had to work with this guy. “Catch you later?”
“Definitely.” Logan gave me one of his unintentional panty-melting smiles.
I shook my head with a groan.
“What?”
“Dude, that smile should be reserved for your fiancée.”
He looked momentarily confused, and then awareness bloomed across his features and he ducked his head. “I’m sorry.”
I sighed. “Yeah, so am I.”
I left him pondering that one and joined Curo in the hallway.
“That one has the power to burn you, in more ways than one,” Curo said, giving me a knowing look. “The fucked-up thing is, he has no clue what a charmer he is.”
I grinned up at him. “It’s his secret superpower.”
He canted his head. “You like him, so why aren’t you more disappointed that he’s taken?”
I shrugged and pushed past him. “Why should I be disappointed? I have you to entertain me, after all.”
His chuckle followed me into the cold afternoon air.
CHAPTERTEN
Ihadn’t gotten a good look at Curo’s bike the other night, but it was a beast of a machine in the daylight. I didn’t know enough about bikes to know what type it was, but the silver and black beast screamed power.
There were other bikes in the huge garage too. Lined up, spaced apart. Each a different breed of beast, each with unique colors.
“Each bike is attuned to its rider,” Curo said. “Each bike has a soul.”
“I’m assuming you’re speaking metaphorically, right?”
