She snickered. “Can I make us dinner first?”
He raised his brows. “Never gonna say no to that.”
A perfect ending to an unexpectedly amazing day.
****
They arrived at her house shortly after seven. Cross went onto her back porch and made a few calls. His phone had been blowing up most of the day. It wasn’t anything urgent, and he’d waited to return them. Had it been something pressing, Cross would’ve addressed them, but he wanted the day to be about her, not the club. Aside from checking his phone, he hadn’t paid much attention to it. He was solely focused on her and their time together.
Fucking strange turn of events. Thishad never been Cross or any semblance of his life. Aside from a select two, women hadnever played a significant role in his life. It’s always been about the club and his brothers.
When he walked inside, Addison was at the sink, washing vegetables. He’d never been a fan of broccoli, but he’d eat it. This was a first, a woman wanting to make him dinner. It felt very normal and domesticated. Something that should’ve freaked him out was a thing he was embracing.Another fucking first.Cross came up behind her, wrapping his hands over her hips and brushing his mouth over her cheek.
The way her body nestled into his chest had him growing hard. He had no plans to leave tonight. Eventually, he’d have to check in at the clubhouse, and she had shifts at the bar, but he wanted as much time with her as he could get.
“Here’s four words I never thought I’d say.” She turned her head, meeting his stare. “I love your mustache.”
He was accustomed to compliments. His bike, his body, his tattoos, but the stache? Never. He’d had it since he was twenty-one. It was part of him, but he’d never given it much thought. Apparently, Addison had.
The corners of his mouth curled. “Yeah?”
She nodded. “It’s like an old school seventies porn-stache.”
He laughed, digging his fingers into her waist. “I’m up for doing a remake of a classic, if you are. But baby, you’re gonna need to grow your bush out for that.”
Addison twisted her lips and rolled her eyes. He was expecting a sassy retort when her phone rang. He glanced down at the screen seeing Cleo’s name.
“Can you hit answer and put it on speaker?”
Cross maneuvered to her side and tapped the screen. He walked over to the fridge and grabbed a beer, twisting off the cap. He could’ve left the room, given her some privacy, but he was semi-intrigued. The two women had become so close in a short span of time. Cross was curious about their dynamic. Hesat at the kitchen table watching Addison. She smiled and leaned toward the phone.
“Hey Cleo, sorry I missed your call. I was out all day.”
“Oh, don’t worry about that. I wanted to check in on you and make sure you were okay. I went back to the clubhouse this morning, but you’d already left,” Cleo said, and Addison glanced back at him.
“Yeah, I, uh, came home early.”
“So, um…” There was a slight pause. “Are you okay?”
Cross sipped his beer, continuing to stare at Addison and wondering how she’d approach this. Cleo’s concern was evident.
“I’m great, Cleo. And I really appreciate you checking up on me.”
And she was. Cross could hear it in her tone. Cleo was almost desperate for friends and interactions outside of the isolation within the club. And she’d found it with Addison.
“Glad to hear it, so, um, I made too much food for dinner and wanted to invite you over.”
No!
She glanced down at the vegetables and then over to Cross. He immediately shook his head. Addison was his tonight, and he wasn’t sharing her. Not even with Cleo. Addison smirked, turning her attention back to the phone.
“I’m actually making dinner right now, so…” Her voice trailed off.
“Oh okay, some other time then.”
Cross expected that to be the end of it. It wasn’t.
“What did you do today?”
