Free Gentle Curves (Dangerous Curves Book 4) by Marysol James

Probably about her.
    Not that she could blame them, really. If it had been Maria who’d been taken by the Fallen Angels and buried alive in that lonely mountain clearing, deep in the earth and far away from the light and the air? You’re damn right that Gabi would be having whispered conferences in the living room with her boyfriend Dillon Saunders, trying to figure out how the hell to help Maria. God, Gabi would do anything to help her sister, if the situation was reversed.
    Not that Maria had escaped the whole Fallen Angels mess unscathed herself, of course. She and Dillon had been attacked up at Open Skies Ranch and it had turned in to a bloodbath. Maria had ended up killing a man to protect herself and Dillon, and even though the police had decided that no charges would be laid against Maria, Gabi knew that she was still struggling with guilt. Taking a life – even the life of a violent, brutal man who’d been intent on killing her and Dillon – was not something Maria had ever expected to have to do.
    Gabi shook herself a bit to banish the gloomy thoughts, then brushed her long, dark hair and pulled it up in to a messy ponytail. She contemplated her face, rubbed in a bit of moisturizer, slicked on some lipstick. No, she wasn’t looking incredible, but at least the purple circles under her eyes had receded. Sleeping next to Aidan meant that she got some rest at night – not nearly enough, but some. Considering that at one point, Gabi had thought that she’d never shut her eyes again, she figured she’d take what she could get.
    She smiled at herself in the mirror to practice the expression, then opened the door and walked down the hall. Maria got to her feet and the sisters embraced.
    “Hi,” Maria said. “How are you?”
    “OK.” Gabi lifted her head, suddenly alert. “Did you bring Indian food?”
    Aidan laughed. “She sure did.”
    “Oooh.” Gabi rushed in to the kitchen. “Lemme see.”
    Immediately, Aidan stepped to one side. “Well, I know better than to get between you and your tandoori. I’m off, baby.”
    Gabi looked up at his gorgeous face. “I’ll miss you.”
    “Oh, sweetheart.” Those strong arms wrapped around her and Gabi curled up against his broad chest. “I’ll miss you too. You’ll be OK?”
    She nodded. “You’ll call me before I go to bed?”
    Tenderly, Aidan kissed her forehead, her cheeks, her lips. “You know I will. And if you need me, just pick up the phone. Yeah?”
    “Yeah.”
    Gently, reluctantly, he released her. His eyes met Maria’s and he smiled.
    “Have a good night, ladies. I’ll be back around two o’clock, I figure… I’ll try not to wake y’all up when I come in.”
    They watched him walk out the door, looked at each other. Maria moved to the kitchen and started to take down plates and tea cups.
    “You hungry?” she asked Gabi. “I brought lots.”
    “Hell, yeah,” Gabi said. “Let’s pile the plates high, OK? Totally pig out and gain ten pounds?”
    Maria laughed and started to dish out generous portions of saffron rice. “Aidan and Dillon will love that, huh?”
    “They sure will. They love us curvy.” Gabi poured the boiling water in to the teapot. “So, how’s the nanny job?”
    Maria’s face lit up. “Oh, great. Keira’s adorable and Zoe’s cool.”
    “Zoe’s running that tattoo parlour owned by the Road Devils, right?”
    “Yeah.”
    “What did Dillon think about you being around people to do with a motorcycle club?” Gabi asked slowly. “After everything that’s happened with the Fallen Angels?”
    Maria sighed. “Yeah, he was a bit hesitant. But then he talked to King and King told him that the new President’s moved heaven and earth to make the Devils legit.”
    “Yeah, Aidan mentioned that,” Gabi said. “Wolf Somebody?”
    “Wolf Connor.” Maria poured some tea for Gabi, then herself. “Zoe told me that they’ve been good friends for over twenty years and the whole reason she moved here from North Dakota