Dixie’s hair is tied into a high pony tail, the tips of her hair still swishing around her shoulders.Her face is completely free of makeup, surprising me more than anything.
“Nothing smells like it’s burning.”She nods her head, her eyes going directly to the kitchen.“I'm impressed.”
“Is that all I need to do to impress you?”I smirk.“If so, I'm about to knock your socks off, baby.”
Placing my hand on her lower back, I lead her over to the island in my kitchen.I tug out one of the chairs and motion for her to take a seat.
“What did you make?”She sits a little higher in her chair as her eyes skim over all the ingredients on the counter.
“I have some steak with sautéed mushrooms and onions.Mac n cheese, roasted carrots, potato salad, and corn bread.”
“How many other people are coming for dinner?”She giggles.
“It’s just the two of us.”
“Storm!That’s so much food!”
“I kept second guessing what to make.”I lift my shoulder in a shrug.
“So, you figured you’d make it all?”She stares at me with amusement.
“It seemed like a solid idea, but now you’re making me self-conscious.”I stick my bottom lip out in a pout, though I'm not sure she can see it with my long beard.I really need to trim this thing.
“Are you pouting right now, Stormy?”She stares up at me with the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen.
“A little,” I mumble under my breath.
“Oh my gosh!The big, tough, biker is pouting because I made fun of how much food you made!”She lets her head fall back and her sweet laughter fills the air.
If any other person were sitting in that chair and making fun of me the way she is, I’d be irritated.But this is Dixie.My Little Fox.I'm too focused on how happy and carefree she looks right now to really care.
“Are you done yet?”I pretend to glare at her, but her smile and laughter are contagious.
I drop my gaze to the counter as I begin chopping the onions and mushrooms.Once they’re finished, I grab the carrots and get to work seasoning them.
“It’s so weird to watch you cook,” Dixie says softly.
“Why?”I lift my gaze just enough to meet her gaze through my lashes.
“I don’t know.It feels like a complete contrast to the man I know.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, you’re this tough man.One most people wouldn’t want to cross paths with.I’ve seen you come home covered in someone else’s blood.I’ve seen you with black eyes and split lips.Everything about you screams dangerous.The bad boy you should stay away from.”
“But?”
“But then you have an apron tied around your waist.You’re wearing a black tee without a cut on and you almost look like a normal guy.Seriously, you don’t even have boots on!You’re barefoot.”
A deep chuckle slips past my lips before I can stop myself.She acts like I'm dangerous and she needs to watch her back.If she were anyone else, those thoughts might hold merit, but I’ll never be a danger to her.She’ll never need to watch her back because I’ll always have it.
Dixie watches me the entire time I'm cooking and when it’s finally time to eat, she takes the seat next to me and lets out a sweet little sigh.
“This all looks amazing.”
“Thank you.Hopefully it tastes amazing too.Which piece of steak would you like?”
“Did you get two different cuts?”She peeks up at me with a raised brow.
