Page 64 of Death Warden
Laura jotted the order down and left.
Chrissy’s smile remained tight and fixed, but her two rapid blinks hinted that she was fighting tears.
Ah, fuck. “You want to come out with us tonight?” Jessie nudged me with her knee but I ignored her. “I’d love to get to know you.”
She was Logan’s girl. Logan was my friend. I was doing this for him.
The brittle edge of her smile softened. “You would?”
I shrugged. “You’re Logan’s girl.” I flicked a glance at Toni and her shoulders relaxed.
“Yeah, sure,” Toni said. “Should be fun. You should come.”
Her tone said otherwise, but if Chrissy noticed she didn’t let on, squealing in delight instead.
“Oh, I’m so excited. Where are we going?”
The bell above the door tinkled, drawing my attention, and my pulse spiked at the sight of Curo. His eerily pale blue eyes found me straight away, and the corner of his mouth tipped up in a half smile.
He raised one hand and beckoned me with two fingers before jerking his head toward the exit.
“No way,” Jessie called out. “It’s her day off.”
“Evening off, not day off. Come on, Blackmore. We got work to do.”
I sighed and pushed back my seat. “I’ll see you guys later.”
Curo ducked out of the café and I joined him, pulling my coat tight around me and winding my scarf about my face.
“You have fun?” He plucked a tendril of my hair and tugged it teasingly.
My stomach fluttered. Yeah, he’d been doing shit like this recently and it confused the hell out of me.
“It was good, yeah. What’s the case?”
He ran the tip of his tongue along the edge of his top teeth. “Aw, did I ruin your day?”
I smiled up at him. “All the fucking time.”
He matched my smile. “And you love it.”
I did. I really fucking did, but there was no way I was admitting that. I walked away from him. “Where’s Drake?”
He caught up to me in a couple of strides and hung his arm around my shoulders. “Round the corner. You want to ride up front today?”
We’d done that once, him at my back, his groin pressed to my ass, his arms around me as he held the handlebars…
“Um…No, I’m good.”
He leaned in so his lips brushed my ear. “You sure?”
My eyes fluttered closed at the contact. “I’m sure.”
I could have pulled away from him, but I liked the weight of his arm on me, liked being pressed close to his body.
There was no denying I was attracted to the fucker, but how was that possible when I was mated to Spectre?
There was something seriously wrong with me.
