And I don’t even really remember.
This was her punishment for drinking too much.
Cleo was pleasantly surprised to find the downstairs empty. While she was feeling better, she wasn’t quite ready to face people. One especially. She shifted around the kitchen, grabbing a pan from the cabinet. With her stomach on the mend, she was craving a real meal that didn’t consist of toast. When she turned toward the fridge, Wraith was standing in the doorway, taking up most of it. She’d successfully avoided him the last few days. But her luck had run out. It was always difficult to gauge Wraith’s mood strictly by appearance. He had a permanent scowl. But it did nothing to dissuade her attraction.
That was the last thing she should be thinking about right now.
Heat blasted her cheeks, and she forced a smile. “Hi.”
His brows dipped. “Been looking for you.”
I’m sure you have.
“I wasn’t feeling great.”
Wraith arched his brow. “Yeah, I know.” He waved his hand in front of his face. “Got your color back.”
What? She brushed her hand across her cheek.
“You were really pale yesterday.”
Cleo didn’t see him yesterday. In fact, the last time she’d seen him was the night of her birthday. Unless…
She raised her brows. “You saw me?”
“Checked on you a few times, but you were sleeping.”
She widened her eyes. “You did?”
Wraith gave a curt nod and shifted his eyes around the counter, glancing down at the pan in her hand. The silence stretched, only adding to her anxiety. She forced a smile and lifted the pan.
“I was going to make lunch. Do you want something?”
He stared back at her and she shifted on her feet.
“You up for a ride?”
Always.Being on the back of a motorcycle had been her happy place.
“Um, sure.”
“Get dressed and be at my bike in five.”
Wait, what?
She rushed to the doorway. “Where are we going?”
Wraith didn’t say a word and disappeared around the corner.
She stood in silence, peering around the empty room. Wraith wanted to take her out?
Yes, now go get dressed!
Cleo quickly ran upstairs. She had no idea where he’d be taking her. Not that it affected her wardrobe much. She changed into jeans, put on her boots, and picked out a cute top. She darted out of her bedroom, grabbing her jacket from the hook near her closet.
Cleo slipped out the back door and rounded the building. There were about ten bikes parked in a line. But no members except for Wraith. He glanced over his shoulder, staring. Where was everybody else? Without knowing exactly where they were going, she wasn’t sure how many guys would join Wraith. They always traveled in pairs.
She mounted the bike and assumed they’d wait on the others. They didn’t. Wraith took off down the driveway and turned left onto the main road. There weren’t many local places in Killcreek. For a brief moment, she considered they might be headed to Lawry. Her excitement was quickly dashed when he turned onto a country road just before the highway entrance. It was on the tip of her tongue to ask, but much like most of the brothers, Wraith’s bike was extremely loud. He’d never hear her anyway. She settled on the bike with her arms looped around his stomach, glancing around the open fields.
