Luna wipes her hand across her eyes as if she is trying to block out an unwelcome memory.
“I’ll be okay.The ankle feels a lot better now the bandage is on.Thank you.”Propping herself up on an elbow, she calls out to me before I can leave.“You can take the key to the clubhouse off the keyring if you like.But it was open when I went there earlier.”
A low chuckle rumbles in my throat as my dark humor rises.
“No one would dare go into Midnight Riders’ clubhouse, Luna, with or without a key.Good night.”
ChapterSeven
Luna
The moment the door closes behind my new friend, I grab the first aid kit and delve through the contents.Thank goodness, I’ve got some truly meaningful painkillers still in here somewhere.
Hopping to the kitchen, I fill the glass with water to help me swallow two pills before hopping back to the couch and falling down onto it.Staring up at the ceiling made from varnished logs, I let my mind drift over the last few hours.
Dante.Dante who?And how was a motorcycle gang connected to Aunt Tempest?
The rider’s abrupt exit from my life has brought more questions than his entrance did.
But there is something bugging me.Did he like me?
I know that I can come across as abrasive sometimes.People have told me that often enough for me to be aware of it.
Tallie and Giulio used to clear out whenever I told them I was PMSing.And I’m a Scorpio, too, with a mean—and dare I say bitchy—sting in my tail.
I know we had a conversation, Dante and I, but I still know nothing about the stranger who brought me home from the forest.
He seemed repulsed by me sometimes, from the way he pressed one finger to hold the bandage so that he did not have to touch my skin.And the efficient way he handed the cream for me to rub on my ankle myself.
I allow myself to get momentarily distracted as I imagine the macho motor biker massaging the cream into my ankle with slow, deliberate strokes.Maybe with his dark blue eyes locked on mine as his hand moves further up my leg…
The man is an enigma.From the first time his dark shape materialized out of the mist, I was dying to know everything about him.
He must be about thirty-five to forty years old, I think.Perhaps younger, but it would be hard to tell if he dyes his hair.
But he’s mature.I like that.There’s not an ounce of gaucheness or frat bro banter about him.I find that refreshing.
Stretching out on the couch as the painkillers kick in, I revel in the waves of euphoria rippling over me.
I would love to see what he looks like without that bulky leather jacket.Heck, who am I kidding?I would love to see him without the jeans, bulky biker boots, and black t-shirt, too.I was getting serious muscle daddy vibes from him.
Landslide might just be the perfect place to live out my beastly biker fantasies.Damn, he must be so strong to carry me like it was nothing.
These painkillers are making me irrational.Remember what Tallie told me.
Don’t go putting any noses out of joint.Try not to rock the boat.Get in.Sell the properties.And get out.
Done and dusted.
Still… it would be so nice to have Dante as a friend while I’m tying up all my loose ends…
The morning brings me much needed clarity.
Those two pills really knocked me out.My dreams were a jumbled mess of lurking shadows with the sensation of wind whipping my hair into a comet’s tail of knots as I flew a few feet off the ground.
When I dared to look down, silver chrome and spinning wheels showed me I was on the bike, but I was alone.A jolt of fear woke me up when I realized there was no one there for me to hold on to.
Muohta is sitting right in front of my face blowing fish breath up my nose.
