That’s all Roxy needs to hear. She takes my hand and leads me to a table, practically pushing me into a chair. “Sit. I’ll fix you something to eat.”
Bane sighs heavily and drops into the chair next to me. “Don’t fight it,” he mutters. “My mom’s a whirlwind, but she’s harmless. She means well.”
I watch as Roxy bustles around the kitchen area, pulling things out of the refrigerator. “She seems nice,” I whisper.
“She is,” Bane agrees. “Too nice sometimes. She sees the good in everyone.”
“Even in you?” I ask, raising a brow and grinning.
His lips twitch. “Fuck yeah. She thinks I’m a fucking angel.”
I snort. “Clearly she doesn’t know you very well.”
“I know my son perfectly well,” Roxy says, returning with a glass of orange juice that she places in front of me. “Drink that. You need the vitamin C.”
I take a sip, not wanting to argue. The juice is cold and sweet, and I realize how thirsty I am. I drain half the glass in one go.
“See?” Roxy smiles triumphantly. “Your body knows what it needs.”
She disappears back into the kitchen, and I hear the sizzle of something hitting a hot pan.
“Sorry about this,” Bane says, leaning closer so only I can hear. “Once she gets an idea in her head, there’s no stopping her.”
“It’s fine,” I assure him. There’s something comforting about Roxy’s fussing. It makes me wonder what my life would have been like with a mother.
A few minutes later, Roxy returns with a plate piled high with scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast. She sets it in front of me with a flourish. “Eat. You’re too skinny.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I say automatically, picking up the fork she hands me.
“Frankie needs sleep, Ma,” Bane says, rubbing his eyes. “She’s been up for days.”
“Food first, then sleep,” Roxy insists, taking a seat across from us. “Can’t heal a body without fuel.”
I take a bite of the eggs, and they’re delicious—fluffy and buttery with just the right amount of salt and pepper. My stomach growls loudly, thankful for the home-cooked meal.
“So, Frankie,” Roxy says, resting her chin on her raised fists. “Eagle tells me you’re some kind of computer genius.”
I shoot Bane a look, not having the first clue who Eagle is.
“My Pop.”
Ah. Right. Her husband, who tells her all the biker gang secrets. “I wouldn’t say I’m a genius,” I mumble around a mouthful of toast.
Bane raises a dark brow. “She’s full of fuckin’ shit. She’s been syphoning money from our accounts for weeks, and it took Cyber a month to catch her.”
Heat flares across my cheeks, and I bug my eyes out at him, then turn to her and offer a small, embarrassed smile.
Roxy’s eyes flash with glee. “Is that so?” To my surprise, she doesn’t look angry. If anything, she looks impressed. “Good for you, honey.”
“Ma!” Bane protests.
“What?” Roxy says innocently. “It’s about time a woman knocked you down a peg.” She shoots me a wink.
I can’t help the smile that spreads across my face. I like Roxy more and more by the second.
“Uncle Coopy!” The high-pitched squeal cuts through the air, and I turn to see a little girl racing toward our table.
She’s absolutely adorable, with long dark brown hair and the same cobalt blue eyes as Bane. Behind her is a teenage boy who could be Bane’s younger clone.
