“Dinner will be ready in an hour,” I said as I started for the exit.
“Sounds good,” Cap said as he turned his back and stared out the one measly little window that the shed afforded.
Part of me wanted to ask what the fuck he was looking at, but part of me wondered if Ariel was hanging around somewhere. If there was anything I learned about him and his woman, it was the fact that you had to be careful at any turn.
Cap really loved fucking her against surfaces that weren’t in their room.
“What do you think we should do for dinner tonight?” Anna asked.
I didn’t even realize she followed me. “What?”
“Dinner,” she said as she fell in line beside me. “That thing we all eat at night that you cook. Got any ideas?”
My nostrils flared. She really knew how to get under my skin. “It’s technically King’s night to cook.”
“Says the man who already dedicated himself to the cause with his president back there.”
I shouldered into the safehouse. “I’ll figure it out.”
“You think my brother’s too preoccupied with that new girl?”
“I think it’s not my place to have an opinion.”
“Oh, you’re no fun.”
To be honest, I wasn’t sure whose night it was to cook. Marching into the kitchen sent me straight over to the fridge, and sure enough, Anna was right. It was King’s night to cook. And with the sun already setting, he was nowhere to be found.
Easy enough to fix.
I picked up the dry erase marker we used for the board of chores and crossed out King’s name for the evening. I put mine in its place, and then erased my cooking schedule for Tuesdayand placed King’s name there instead. Four days’ time. That should be enough for him to pull his head out of his ass with this new girl.
But if my crew was any example as to what’s coming, things would only get worse between the two of them.
Wait, better.
I didn’t fucking know any longer. I just accepted it.
“So,” Anna said with a voice that was way too cheery, “where do we start?”
I peeked over at her and saw her rubbing her hands together as she walked over to the pantry. She ripped the door open and stood there, and for a moment, I just watched her. She was a short little shrimp with curves that didn’t seem to care about her height. Her long, black hair contrasted with the icy blue eyes her and her brother shared with one another. The neck tattoo she had slithering out from beneath the collar of her shirt made me stare for a moment. I mean, I always knew it was there, but I’d never been able to figure out what in the hell it actually was.
Dinner, Brutus.
I cleared my throat and opened the fridge. “I’m thinking vegetable alfredo with some sort of bread or some shit for dinner. Don’t think we have any meat thawed out.”
“Fettuccini noodles, coming right now,” Anna said as she reached into the pantry.
I didn’t see her grab noodles, though. I watched her grab flour. She came over to where I stood at the fridge and shooed me away, and I wasn’t sure what the fuck told me to do it, but I actually stepped away from the fridge. An eyebrow cocked its way up my forehead as I watched her rummage around, that thick ass of hers jutting out of the fridge.
I looked up at the ceiling.
“There they are,” she muttered as she pulled out some eggs.
“You’re going tomakenoodles?” I asked.
She just shrugged and bumped the fridge closed with her hip. “Why not? We’ve got the time.”
“I’m sure there are noodles in?—”
