“Yeah, I just thought Jasper wasn’t going to flirt.It was nice while it lasted.He was one of the first who didn’t try to get into my pants within weeks of becoming a prospect.”
“He’s nice though,” I offer, knowing it won't be enough.
“They’re all nice when you have something they want.”She rolls her eyes.“Good, here comes Mr.Carlson.I really want to go home.”
I stand off to the side while Oakley handles the customer.The shop doesn’t just work on motorcycles or the club’s things.They work on all bikes and cars, and they happily welcome anyone here.
Dad has worked hard to keep the club’s name in a good light around town.The customers know who they’re bringing their cars to, but they don’t mind.They know their cars will be handled right and they’ll get a good deal on it.Most of them don’t care what club affiliation the shop has, as long as club business stays out of things and they don’t have negative knowledge about the club.
The old man tips his hat in goodbye as he exits the shop with a smile on his face.I wish I worked here.It would be so nice to deal with people from outside the club on a daily basis.
The saloon isn't just for bikers either.Roxy has a decent number of regulars who aren’t part of the club.They’re just people who don’t want the club life experience with their alcohol.
Both of my sisters get normal jobs and I get to cook for the clubhouse.I hate it.
“What are you doing here, Storm?”I lean my head against the open door and sigh.
I don’t want to deal with him right now.I just want to relax after an unusually exhausting week.
There was an out-of-town chapter visiting this week.I didn’t find out they were coming until the last minute and it made things a little difficult for me.I didn’t have time to prep or prepare.
Normally, I’d make some meals ahead of time and freeze them, but that wasn’t an option this time.
“I need your grocery list.”
“What grocery list?”I rub at the tension building in my temples.I just want to lay down and take a nap.
“For our dinner tonight.”Storm tucks his hands in his back pockets, something I’ve noticed he does when he’s being shy or uncomfortable.
“Storm, I'm exhausted.I can’t do this tonight.”
He closes the distance between us and grabs my hand.He strokes his thumb over the soft skin on the inside of my wrist.
“Then come and let me cook for you.”
Chapter 11
Storm
Holdingonepackageofmeat closer to my face, I narrow my eyes on it.Though I can cook, I’ve always hated trying to pick the best cuts of meat.I don’t know if this New York strip streak is better than this rib-eye.They’re both a piece of meat from the same kind of animal.How am I supposed to know which one to choose?
“Screw it,” I mutter to myself as I toss two of each into the cart.I’ll cook both and whatever one turns out better, we’ll eat.
I move towards the produce section and scan the items.I don’t want to make mashed potatoes.I’ve overheard Dixie tell her sisters how much she hates mashed potatoes in the past.I want to wow her with dinner, making something she dislikes isn't going to do that.
Tossing a bag of potatoes in the cart, I think through the different options I have.A baked potato would be easy, but almost too easy.I could go with fries or twice baked, but I'm thinking potato salad.
I distinctly remember one summer when Dixie was in high school and we had a barbeque at the clubhouse.She loaded up her plate with potato salad and went back for seconds with a big smile on her face.
The last few vegetables I grab are carrots to roast, and mushrooms and onions for our steaks.Dixie’s always complaining about the guys not eating enough vegetables with their meals.I think this will give us a good variety.
I just hope this is all enough to impress Dixie.Anything to get her attention focused on me is a good thing.
Wiping my hands on my apron, I make my way towards the door and twist the knob.When the light from the setting sun streams through the opening, it creates a halo effect on Dixie’s blonde hair, making her look like an angel.
“C’mon in, Little Fox.”I step aside and grin when she rolls her eyes at my nickname for her.
I take in her black leggings with her off the shoulder sweater.It’s giving me a glimpse of her soft, smooth skin, making me wish I could touch her.
