As she and Cian exited the library, Echo saw his bike where it glinted in the sun, and she let out a low whistle as she tucked her hands into her pockets to keep from touching the handlebars or the seat. Some people were particular about that, and she didn't know how clean her hands were.

"Nice," she remarked in a complimentary voice. "Papa had a bike when he was younger, but he sold it after I was born so he could buy a car with a backseat for baby stuff. There's a big framed picture at the house in Seattle of him sitting on it."

The tall man was not kin to the Wolf, but he was a shifter, she could smell it. She wished she knew more about her own kind. It might be easier to ask a stranger questions, though.