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I make us a plate and walk up the stairs. She’s lying in bed and I chuckle at how she is curled up in a ball in the middle of the bed, the blanket almost covering all of her but her nose and eyes.
“Are you still cold?” I ask her and set her plate, along with coffee on the nightstand next to her.
She nods from under the blanket, and I laugh loudly at this. “Come here.” I reach down, lifting her up, blanket and all, holding her.
I pull the blanket down and kiss her lips. She smiles and tucks her face into my neck. “I got you some coffee.”
She sticks her little hand out of the blanket, and I laugh again at her antics. I hand her the cup and she barely sticks her head out enough to drink it.
A few minutes later she manages to move out some from the blanket, her eyes opening. “Good morning.” I kiss her forehead; she is so fucking cute. I want to see her wake up like this every morning.
She giggles. “I’m not a morning person.” I reach over grabbing a piece of bacon holding it in front of her mouth. She opens and takes a bite.
“It’s fucking adorable.” I hug her tightly and she sighs, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand. “Do you work today?” I ask her.
She nods. “I go in at lunchtime.”
I think about her car. “I saw your car was broken down out front. Do you care if I work on it?” I ask her.
She shakes her head no. “We have a mechanic shop in town that we own.”
She lifts her head and looks at me like she is shocked. “You do?”
“My club has businesses all over the state of Texas,” I explain, and hand her another bite of food. She takes a bite, and this goes on until I’m satisfied she is full.
My phone goes off next to the bed and I reach over to see it’s Gage. “Yeah?” I answer.
“Brother, just checking in. We have a business meeting tomorrow evening that I wanted to remind you about.”
I’m instantly suspicious because I know that he is not calling me to tell me about a fucking meeting.
“You heard where I was last night?” I ask point blank and he starts laughing. I shake my head. Sometimes my brothers are worse with gossip than teenage girls.
“Well, I just wanted to know,” River says in the background, and I know exactly how they found out because of River’s dad who is dating my mother. Thankfully Meghan can’t hear them because she has been getting herself ready in the bathroom.
I laugh. “I will bring her around to meet you all soon.” I could hear them laughing in the background when the call ended.
I put on the clothes I wore yesterday, not able to look away from her getting ready longer than a minute. She is so fucking beautiful, so effortlessly.
She turns off the light and unplugs the hair tool she was using to fix her hair. “I really don’t want to go to work,” she groans, and I laugh when she face-plants into my chest.
I kiss the top of her head, breathing in her scent. Fuck, she is intoxicating. It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell her to quit and I will take care of her but I’m not sure she is ready to handle my type of crazy. Plus, she just met me and I don’t want to scare her off already.
She leans back, kissing me sweetly. “Alright, let’s get this over with,” she tells me, and we walk hand-in-hand down the stairs where she dives right into work.
I give River’s dad a look like, ‘I’m onto you, fucker’ and he just smiles. I love this guy because he is good to my mother, but I also don’t want any fucker with my mother.
Mom waves to me when I head out the door. I get on my bike and look through the window to look at Meghan before I go down the street to the mechanic shop.
The manager walks out when he sees me and shakes my hand. “There is a car down at my mom’s diner. I want it towed here and fixed. I want everything new on it,” I tell him, and his mouth opens. “She can’t afford it; she already got a quote.”
“It doesn’t matter, I want you to fix it for her.” I turn around to walk inside the building to look over the books while I’m here.
He gives me a weird look. “You know this is not a charity.”
I stop dead in my tracks at his tone and turn around and look at him. “If you don’t shut the fuck up and do your job, then you will be the next charity case with your medical bills.”
His face pales knowing he crossed the line. We are laid-back owners, but we are not fucking pushovers. “You better not mess with her shit and do it right.” I point my finger letting him know I won’t tolerate shit.
