They didn’t need any more stress.
They had enough on their plates.
And if I lost my job, I could just get another.
“Okay,” I agreed.
He said his goodbyes a moment later. Pagan and Sully followed. As did Dezi, after he made a phone call to a local bakery.
Pretty soon, the clubhouse felt almost empty again.
Fallon, Brooks, and a few of the uncles moved outside to talk. And I knew several other members were acting as guards somewhere on the grounds.
But when I moved off the stool, I was alone.
“Whoa,” I said as the room swam.
“I got you,” Perish said, his hand grabbing my elbow.
Okay.
So not alone.
“Second one hitting hard?” he asked, plucking the drink from my hand.
“I don’t drink a lot,” I admitted, craning my head up to look at him.
“And Pagan’s pours are fucking lethal. That fucker got my ass drunk once before I even realized I was feeling it.”
“It just tasted blue.”
A little huff of a laugh escaped him at that.
“Yeah,” he agreed, his gaze sliding to my lips, “I can see that. How about I walk you to the couch, then get you something to eat?”
“You cook?” I asked, letting myself be led away.
“No. But I can throw together a good sandwich.”
“Okay,” I agreed. “Can I have chips too?”
“Yep,” he agreed, lowering me down onto the couch.
“Can I have pickles?”
“You can have anything you want.”
I was pretty sure I batted my eyes at him then. Which got me a little sigh and a mumbledFuckunder his breath before he turned away and went into the kitchen.
Alone, I pulled the blanket down from the back of the couch and reached for the remote, though I was mostly listening to Perish move around in the kitchen. Making me food. Aside from family, I’d never had a man make me food before. Not even something as simple as a sandwich.
I was stupidly excited about it.
He emerged when I finally found one of my favorite ‘90s rom-coms to put on.
Then there he was. With a plate the size of a platter, with three different kinds of chips, a variety of pickles, and a sandwich that had to be five inches thick—mostly with meat and cheese and what seemed like one slice of lettuce.
“Didn’t know what kind of chips or pickles you like.”
