How did I do this without Gio? He’d been my right hand since middle school. We’d been brothers for forever. I didn’t know how life looked without Gio.
I didn’t know how the Long Licks could survive without him.
It felt like I was standing on the precipice of monumental change, and I was the dumb fuck who’d kicked it all off by getting married to a stranger—a woman twenty years younger than me.
But she was also awesome and giving and sweet and so fucking gorgeous she could’ve been on magazine covers.
I was so fucked up.
Sighing, I tossed the towel I’d been rubbing against my head onto the towel rack and left the room, following the amazing scents down the hall.
Which was when I heard a few extra voices.
“This is the shit,” Beau mumbled around whatever was in his mouth. My dinner, no doubt.
“Fuck yeah, it is,” Ryker agreed.
“I see why Mal was quick to lock you down,” Leif drawled.
“Oh, I’ve never cooked for him before,” Saylor protested in her sweet as hell voice.
“Yeah, that’s not what I’m talking about, darlin’,” Leif murmured seductively.
That fucker.
I all but ran down the hall and skidded to a stop at the sight of my whole band gathered in my kitchen, plates in their hands as they scarfed down on the dinner my wife had made forme.
“Seriously, Leif? Do I have to piss in a circle around my wife?”
“Considering she can cook like this.” Leif tossed his chin-length blond hair out of his face as he raised his plate. “I think you might need to.”
I scowled at the asshat who’d been the source of more of my angst lately than I wanted to really think about. Stupid vampire looking asshole. He’d always reminded me of Lestat fromInterview with a Vampire.
Just as devious, only stupider.
After crossing the room and glaring at Leif the entire way, I put an arm around Saylor and pulled her to my side. “Any food left for me?”
“I thought you didn’t want to eat,” my mom piped up from behind Beau.
The huge behemoth’s eyes widened, and he took a big step away from the tension. He might look like a brawler, but Beau really didn’t like drama. And my mom’s tone clearly spelled drama.
He did however enjoy watching me get my ass handed to me by my mother, evidenced by the fact that he and none of the other guys left the room, despite the rising tension.
I groaned. “I’m sorry I was an ass. But in my defense, it’s been a fucking week of a day.”
Mom rolled her eyes even as she handed me a loaded plate.
I tipped my chin at her in thanks as I stared down at the burrito on my plate. It looked like every other burrito I’d ever had. Keeping one arm around Saylor, I put the plate down and picked up the burrito with my free hand and dug in.
The guys were buzzing about some new band hitting the charts, but my groan quickly drowned them out.
Once I swallowed the amazing bite, I nuzzled Saylor’s head with my nose. “Baby, this is fucking fantastic. I’m sorry I was such an ass. You got skills, baby girl.”
She blushed at my praise and shifted her weight, clearly uncomfortable with all the attention pointed her way.
“So, how did you two meet?” Beau, our bassist and the only member of our group currently married, asked with raised eyebrows. His wife, Phoebe, tucked close to his side but had no plate or food in her hands. She raised her eyebrows with a smirk as she subtly pushed her tits out when she caught Leif staring her way.
Leif quickly looked away.
