I lifted the pot from the stove and drained the noodles into the strainer in the sink. “I’m with Cruz, but he has the club, and I have the track.” I looked at the cans of cream of mushroom Levi had on the counter. “Are we having soup, too?”
Levi laughed. “Tuna casserole. I’m sure you’ve eaten it before.”
I raised a brow.
“Seriously?” she asked.
I shook my head. “My dad has a thing about food. It’s too complicated to explain. He doesn’t like blended food. Like he won’t eat mixed vegetables. He’ll have corn, peas, and carrots, just don’t serve them together in the same bowl.”
“He must drive your mom crazy.”
“They’ve been married for thirty years so I think she’s okay with it.”
“Drain the tuna, then mix it in that bowl with the soup, cheese powder, and half a can of milk. Then mixin the noodles and add it to that glass dish. And you need to hurry. It needs to bake for a few minutes.”
“Got it.” I followed her instructions as we continued to discuss my infatuation with Ryatt. “I like him, and I like that he’s my kind of people.” I opened the oven door.
“Wait,” she said as she flipped Rosie to her left boob. “You need to crumble potato chips on it first.”
“Really?”
She smiled and nodded. “A lot of chips. Romeo likes it salty and crunchy on top.”
“That’s not what I’ve heard.” I smirked. “Everyone knows you’re his favorite snack.”
“Everyone in the MC has heard what you like. The guys hanging out at the oil drum could hear.” She shifted the baby. “I wouldn’t be surprised if people driving by the MC in their cars could hear. But I’ve seen Cruz’s dick pic in Dozer’s phone. I’d be screaming, too. It’s a good thing he already has his road name, or Dozer would have given him the name Mobi.”
“Oh my god. Cruz would kill me.” Once I’d covered the casserole in chips and put it in the oven, I washed my hands. “I’m such a slut for him.” I sat at the table next to her and let out a heavy sigh. If they heard us fucking, they heard us fighting, too. “It’s why it hurt so much when he was with other girls.”
There was no use trying to pretend there weren’t issues in the past. We hadn’t exactly been discreet in our fights nor, apparently, in our make-ups. Not that I was particularly proud of my behavior, but he made me crazy.
Levi put Rosie on her shoulder and gently burped her. “You wouldn’t know it now, but Romeo was a lot like Cruz. The closest thing he had to a relationship waswith Kiss. It sucked to see them together, but I know he’s loyal now. I don’t worry about him at the club. He’s best friends with Jazzy. Before we got together, he was sharing Pippa with Dozer.”
A coil of unease wormed through my belly. Cruz had a colorful sexual history. Sometimes, I wondered when he had slept with others, especially when he slept with guys, if it was because one partner wasn’t enough. Did he miss having a wild sex life now that he just had me? “Does Romeo still want threesomes with other guys?”
Levi laughed, startling Rosie. “No, he’s changed.” She kissed Rosie’s head. “And not just because of her. Sometimes it takes losing everything to realize what’s most important.”
The roar of motorcycles sounded from the driveway.
“Your daddy’s home,” she sweetly said to Rosie.
“I’ll check the casserole. How do you tell if it’s done?”
“It’s hot.”
I furrowed my brows. “It was hot when I put it in the oven.”
“Well, if the top is brown and bubbly then it’s probably done.”
A moment later, the front door opened, and laughter followed Romeo into the house. Ryatt’s laughter.
Romeo stepped into the kitchen. “Smells good.”
Ryatt hung back at the threshold separating the kitchen from the living room. He leaned against the wall, with his hands in his pockets, and stared at me.
Romeo strode past me and went straight to Levi, kissed her, then carefully reached for the baby.
“She needs a diaper change.” Levi shifted to stand.
