Blood Moon (Entangled Select Otherworld)
didn’t need to be to recognize the sadness and pain on her face. What happened? This was the girl who knew death had her number and smiled anyway. My gut twisted.
    “I’m fine.” She shrugged, breaking eye contact. “Just couldn’t sleep and I didn’t want to worry everyone.”
    Almost forgot I was her go-to, don’t-give-a-shit wolf. I took a slow breath and rolled my shoulders back. “I’m about to go for a ride. Want to come?”
    Oh shit. What was happening here? I couldn’t reel the words back in now that I’d witnessed the smile on her face. That damned dimple in her cheek sent my better judgment out the window.
    “I’d love to! I haven’t been on a motorcycle since I was a little girl riding behind my dad.” She came closer and stared at my Harley. “There’s nowhere to sit.”
    “Can you ride on your own?”
    Was I seriously going to let her anywhere near Gabe’s bike?
    “I’ve never done it before, but I probably could.”
    Probably could after some lessons. Shit.
    I got off my bike and went back inside. Standing in front of Gabe’s Road King, I was grateful my leather gloves were already on, hiding the way my hands trembled. This shouldn’t bother me. My brother was gone. Immortalizing his bike like a museum artifact wouldn’t bring him back.
    In fact, Gabe would probably be pissed that his bike hadn’t roared in almost a year.
    I turned toward Nadya. “Some ground rules for tonight.”
    Wariness shadowed her eyes. “All right.”
    “No questions about my family. I’m riding to mellow out, not drudge up memories.”
    Crossing my arms over my chest, I waited for her answer. Maybe I wouldn’t have to touch Gabe’s bike after all.
    “Deal.” She nodded.
    “Fine.” I went into my shop and came back with a modular helmet. I hated the damned things, but it would cover her entire head, face, and chin. Safety first. I also brought her a pair of leather gloves and a leather jacket. “Put these on. It’ll be cold at the lake tonight.”
    “We’re going up to Tahoe?” She pulled the jacket on and started on the gloves.
    “No. Pyramid Lake.”
    Tugging on her second glove, she reached for the helmet. “I’ve never heard of it. Is it far?”
    “Not really.” Holy shit, she looked amazing in leather. Damn . I ground my teeth together to rein in the unwelcome surge of lust. Remembering she was dying turned out to be the cold shower I needed. “It’s on the Paiute Reservation about forty-five minutes away.”
    I tipped the Road King up, knocking the kickstand back while I gauged the weight. I’d only ridden Gabe’s bike once, after I fixed the suspension and replaced the shocks. Never thought I’d be rolling it out again.
    Never thought I’d be taking anyone to Pyramid Lake, either.
    Nadya followed me out of the garage, putting on her helmet. I lowered the door and got on the black Road King. Sitting on the bike, I stared at the key in the ignition. Gabe’s key.
    “Ready?”
    Her voice broke my fixation on the keys. I was ready for plenty, but a ride to the lake with Nadya on my brother’s bike wasn’t high on that list. Probably should’ve thought about that before I invited her along.
    “Yeah, climb on.” I offered my gloved hand to steady her while she swung her leg over the back. She slid into place, and even through the damned leather jacket I could feel her soft curves against my back. “All set?”
    “Yep.” Her voice was clear and closer to my ear than I expected.
    I grabbed my black no-nonsense half helmet and snapped it on. She slid her gloved hands around my waist, and my pulse throbbed below my belt. My body had missed the memo that this wasn’t a date.
    Death had his eye on this girl, and I’d already had more than my share of loss.
    I turned the key and fired up the engine. The Road King roared to life as if it hadn’t been sitting dormant for months. I glanced up toward the stars, toward my brother. The world had lost a bright light when he was
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