“Yes, against our better judgement, and they made us come here so we could help you fix whatever you fucked up with Ella.”
Molly and Abby just glared at their men, then glanced at me apologetically.
“It’s not that we think you messed up,” Molly began, only to be interrupted by Jagger.
“Yes, we do.” When Molly rounded on him, he held up a hand to placate her. “I’m sorry, angel, but I was there, and what I didn’t see, Cowboy told me about when we stopped by the clubhouse last night. He definitely fucked up.”
“Well, we don’t need to rub it in, Cole,” she chided him, then turned her gaze on me. “We don’t mean to overstep, King, but we wanted to help if we could.”
“He needs all the help he can get,” Jag joked under his breath to Rome, who snickered, then sobered and nudged his oblivious twin when he noticed Molly giving them both her best schoolteacher stare, complete with one raised eyebrow. That look had been known to put the fear of God into kindergartners and grown men alike.
“What your idiot sons mean is that they would like to share what they’ve learned about relationships, in the hope that it will help you work things out with Ella.”
I tried to hide my smile at Abby’s comment about my idiot sons. “And you two are here for moral support?” I asked, motioning to her and Molly.
“No, we’re here to make sure they don’t make things any worse,” she said with a grin, and Molly nodded, before adding, “God only knows what advice they’ll give you if they’re left unsupervised.”
“Hey, that’s not fair!” Jag and Rome protested in unison, as they often did, but their women just laughed.
“OK, so what is your plan to win Ella over?” Abby asked, sliding her half-full plate to the side and leaning toward me.
Before I could say a word, Rome slid the plate back in front of her, telling her to finish her breakfast while we talked.
“I’ve had more than enough,” she argued. “I need to fit into my dress next weekend, remember?”
Rome didn’t care for that comment at all. “Baby girl, we’ve talked about this. The dress will be fine, and I love every fucking inch of your curves. Apparently I need to give you another demonstration when we get home.”
“Caleb!” she gasped, then giggled as she blushed and ducked her head.
“Eat your breakfast, sweetheart, and we can talk about my plan,” I told her with a gentle smile. I’d noticed she’d lost weight over the last few months, and knew it had a lot to do with goddamned Paisley getting into her head a few months back. I wished to hell I’d thrown that bitch out of the club when she’d tried to give Molly shit last fall.
Abby pulled her plate closer and took a bite of the flaky pastry. Rome flashed me a grateful smile, then dug into his own breakfast again.
“OK, I’m going to start by getting flowers for her again. Then I figured I’d ask her to give me another chance.”
Abby stopped mid-chew, and darted a wide-eyed glance at Molly, who was biting her lip to keep from laughing.
“Um, well, flowers are a good start,” Abby said diplomatically. “I think we might need to work on fleshing out the rest of the plan a little though.”
“Alittle?” Rome and Jag asked in unison again, with the very same inflection in both their tones that caused Abby to roll her eyes.
“Knock that twin shit off. You know it gives me the willies.”
“I’ll give you a willy, baby girl,” Rome murmured to her suggestively, and waggled his brows like a jackass. Jagger started making gagging noises from the other side of the table.
“What the fuck is wrong with you, bro? How do you expect your woman to marry you again when you’re referring to your dick as a willy?”
Molly and Abby snickered as Rome flipped Jagger off. Once everybody settled down, we returned to the matter at hand.
“King, from what I understand, Ella is concerned about life in the MC. I get it. It was a shock for me, and it took a little while for me to really be comfortable with everything. Maybe if Ella gets a chance to know the kind of man you really are, she wouldn’t be as concerned with all the rest.”
I nodded thoughtfully, thinking Molly might be on to something.
“I agree. Club business and the secrets that go along with it are sometimes hard for me to deal with even after all these years. When you add in the club girls hanging around, well…it’s a lot.” Rome hung his head, and Abby reached across the table for his hand, giving it a small squeeze. I knew that Rome would regret his actions for the rest of his life, and I was so damned thankful that Abby was giving him another chance.
“Show Ella that you’re serious about getting to know her,” Molly suggested, and Jagger nodded, then added his own suggestion.
“You know, when I was trying to prove to Molly that I wanted an actual relationship with her built on more than just sex, I put a sex ban in place. For two weeks, we just dated, and I took her home at the end of each date without anything physical happening.”
