“Mayo?” I asked, and Wyatt nodded. “I’m not sure how this all works.”
“You slather it on the bread, then add meat and cheese,” Wyatt retorted, and I chuckled. “You just have to let them do their thing, honey. It’s frustrating as hell a lot of the time, but they are the best of the best when it comes to humans, in my opinion, and you’ll never be loved as deeply as they love.”
I sighed, sliding a sandwich toward her. “Yeah, I kind of figured that part out already.”
“It’s not always so drama filled,” she said. “This is a weird time, but I’m hoping it’ll be over soon, and we can get back to peace.”
“I just wish I knew what was going on. I had bikes following me this morning and thought nothing of it until Stoney called. I’m chattering away, thinking he’s showing me his support and then he’s telling me to drive here as fast as I could.”
“Oh my god, that must have been terrifying.”
“Beyond,” I agreed, taking a bite of my sandwich.
“You can talk to me about anything,” she offered. “Double check with your man so I’m not speaking out of turn, but if you have questions, I’m happy to answer. This whole life is different for sure.”
“You’re telling me,” I grumbled.
“I know this goes against all girl code, but do whatever Stoney tells you to do. Just about club stuff, to be clear,” she said. “He’ll keep you safe. And if he doesn’t, Sundance will. You’re part of us now, Sabrina, and we mean to keep you.”
“I can’t figure out if I should be concerned or comforted.”
Wyatt laughed. “Oh, concerned. Be very concerned.”
I grinned, taking another bite of food, feeling more relaxed than I had in a while. “Thanks, Wyatt.”
“Anytime, Sabrina.”
“There you are,” Sundance said, walking over to his wife, and greeting me distractedly. “Hey Sabrina.”
I gave him a little wave. “Hi.”
“Where’s your phone?” he asked Wyatt.
She took a bite of her sandwich and gave him an innocently guilty look, shrugging as she chewed.
“You are theworst,” he complained, wrapping an arm around her waist. “At least you’re eating. How are you feeling?”
“Good. Now that I’m eating,” she sassed.
“Did you get your shit done?”
“Nope,” she said. “I still have about an hour of work. Can you make yourself busy and stay out of my hair for an hour?”
“Yeah, possibly.” He grinned, kissing her quickly. “I’ll leave you to it.”
“Okay, honey.” She stroked his beard. “Love you.”
“Love you, too.”
He gave me a chin lift then left the room.
Wyatt helped me clean up, then I went back to work myself.
