“Emmett is cooking you some breakfast downstairs. He said I wasn’t allowed to buy anything else.”
Scents of sausage waft through the air. “It smells delicious. I’ll be down in a minute.”
Knox leaps off the bed and scurries to the door. I’m still smiling when I walk into the bathroom with images of his ass hanging out of the apron playing on repeat in my mind.
Twenty minutes later, I’m downstairs. Knox has his head in the fridge, ass still on display. Callum is at the end of the bar reading the paper and Emmett is behind the counter, near the stove, watching me as I walk into the kitchen with a smile on his face.
“I’ve made a most excellent egg, sausage and cheese quiche with a hashbrown crust.” Emmett says, waving his spatula in the air as he walks over to greet me.
“It smells delicious.”
“How are you feeling?” he asks, planting a kiss on the crown of my head.
“Good. Better. Thanks.”
“I wasn’t jacking off… for the record.”
Knox pulls his face behind Emmett’s shoulder.
“Darn.” I wink, causing Emmett to laugh.
He cuts me a slice of quiche and serves it to me on a plate, sliding it over the bar with a cup of coffee.
“You’re spoiling me.”
“Because I’m treating you the way you should always be treated? Sounds like you haven’t been with the best men.”
“No. I suppose not.”
“Is that N-O-T or K-N-O-T? Too soon?” Knox asks, grabbing a slice of quiche and taking a seat beside me.
My mouth is salivating after I put the first bite in my mouth. It’s so good… and flavorful. It’s a shame he didn’t get to be a world-famous chef. He would have been amazing. Every bite brings me closer to an empty plate and heightens my nervousness. Ever since last night, after hearing Jax and Knox talk, I know they are keeping someone from me. Which I mean really, it’s not like they owe me anything, but still. Based on what they were saying, it doesn’t sound like whoever this person is has a lot of time. I want to ask them, but I’m also scared they are going to shut me down and I don’t want to deal with that. I feel like we’re in a good place right now and I don’t want to rock the boat… but I also have to know.
“What’s wrong, buttercup?” Knox coos beside me, laying his head on my shoulder.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, you inhaled your breakfast and now you’re toying with the last bite.”
“Am I?” Didn’t realize how observant he was.
I shove the bite in my mouth, each chomp of the teeth giving me more courage.
“So last night I heard some things.”
“So did we,” Knox laughs, running his fingers up and down my arm.
“I’m serious… Emmett? Where did you and Jax go? Who did you see? What’s wrong with him?”
Knox sits up from his seat, Emmett straightens his stance, and then they both look at Callum for direction.
“Callum?” I press.
He folds his newspaper and lays it on the counter and looks at me. “Brady. His name is Brady.”
“What’s wrong with him?” I can tell by the look on his face he doesn’t want to tell me, but I don’t know why.
“Let me start with a background.”
