“I know. I want to!” I twist the dish towel in my hands and beam at his approval. Then I remember that I can’t stay here forever, as much as I love playing house with Jack.
What if he starts dating someone who doesn’t want me here? I’m not sure why the thought of Jack being with another woman makes me cringe, but it does. He’s made it very clear that I’m too young for him. I need to get over my infatuation with him and stay on my side of the line. “I can put the food in the warmer while you shower, or we can eat now. It’s up to you,” I tell him.
“Give me five and I’ll be right back!” He kicks off his riding boots, grabs the hem of his T-shirt, and rips it up over his head in one fluid motion.
I lied. He definitely got sexier.
He runs upstairs, shouting as he reaches the second floor, “Oh, and pick a movie. You wanted to watch one last night.”
I snort. I doubt I’ll be able to pay attention to anything after seeing him shirtless.
If the MC life doesn’t work out for him, he’ll have no problem starring inMagic Mike.
As the shower roars upstairs, I pick out a mafia movie. It’s my favorite genre and a film I’ve seen a thousand times. Plus, it doesn’t require much thinking power for me to get up-to-speed on events, should Jack distract me.
The man himself jogs back down as I’m setting the table. Sweatpants hang on his hips, and a backwards hat keeps his hair from dripping into his eyes. My stomach somersaults at the sight of him. I’m hungrier than I was before, but not for food.
He grabs his plate, which I’ve already filled with food, and tilts his head toward the living room. “Let’s eat in there while we watch the movie. What did you decide on?”
I grab my plate, pile on some food, and follow. “Casino, but we can watch something else if you don’t like it. I’m not picky.”
He flashes me a devilish grin. “We’re gonna get along just fine.”
I almost melt into the floor when he follows that statement with a wink. Does he know how tempting he is? I don’t think he has a clue.
Before we can get settled, someone knocks on the door. “If it’s Austin—” I grumble.
“It’s not,” Jack says as he pops up, runs to his cut to retrieve an envelope, and strides to the front door.
I don’t see who’s standing outside, but I can hear them speaking. “Hey, Jack! I want to thank you, and tell the rest of the club thank you for me. This is going to help with my mom’s cancer treatment. There’s no way we could have afforded it without y’all. Whatever you need, if I can do something to help, just ask. You have a great night!”
“No thanks needed. Take care of your mom and bring her by when she’s feeling better.”
Jack closes the door and plops back down on the couch.This is twice he has done something like this for someone in front of me. Who would have thought a hot biker would be so charitable?
We eat our dinner in silence at the coffee table. It’s a comfortable quiet, though, two people enjoying a movie. Whenhe’s done, I grab the dishes to carry them to the kitchen. He snatches the remote and presses a button.
“Don’t pause it,” I tell him. “I’ve seen it a million times. I’ll be quick.”
He sets the remote down and follows anyway. “It’ll be quicker if we do it together.” We quickly clean up the kitchen and plates then go back to our spots on the couch.
“Let’s order some ice cream,” he says midway through the movie. His eyes and smile are bight. There’s no way I can deny him.
“Okay, but we need to make a deal first,” I say.
“Try me.”
“I’m game if I get to pay for it. You paid for the groceries, so it’s only fair that I get to contribute in some way.”
He takes a deep breath. “Deal.”
That was entirely too easy, or maybe we are falling into a more comfortable rhythm, and he knows he can’t pay for everything.
He places the order on his phone and starts the movie again. “When they get here, you can pay them. I marked it cash on delivery.”
“Cool. I’ll have it ready.” I jump up to find my wallet and grab some bills my dad gave me.
After about twenty minutes, the doorbell rings. I open the door to a young kid. “How much do I owe you?” I ask, my eyes scanning the bills in my hand.
