The sound of the door opening draws our attention and thank God, because I do not want to talk about me peeing my pants!
My eyes widen when I see Caine and two others enter the house. Caine stops short and shuts his eyes, and I can see the resignation on his face.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart, I forgot,” he says. “Take off your shoes,” he says to the two guys walking in. They have bags with them.
I walk to Caine, and he takes my hand, pulling me into his body. I’m not used to his kisses; the sparks they ignite in me when his lips touch mine. When I pull back, I feel two sets of eyes on me. I turn my head; the blush I had earlier is not going away anytime soon.
“Nice, old man,” says the younger of the two.
He has a salacious grin on his face as he bobs his head. The other one just looks at me. His eyes intense, sad. I swear, he looks familiar.
“Be respectful.” Caine chastises both of them.
They look so young, yet exhausted. I say that knowing I’m not much older than them.
I look up at Caine and see the look of concern on his face. I bring my hand to his face and say, “Hey, I made more than enough food.” I take his hand and pull him into the dining room.
I move to grab more plates, but Caine places both hands on my hips and holds me in place.
“I owe you an explanation,” he whispers. “I didn’t think.”
“I’m sure you have a good reason. Let’s just eat, and we can talk about this later,” I say. I move to grab the dishes, but Caine takes them.
I look to the right and see that Patrick is carving the roast.
“Come on, boys,” Lance says, waving his hand at the guys still standing in the doorway seemingly uncertain of what to do.
“Fuck yeah!” the younger one cheers as he walks over. “Sorry, ma’am.” He shakes his head and frowns. “I mean…”
“I’m Mikayla.” I extend my hand. “And I don’t care if you swear.”
“I’m Sawyer,” he says, shaking my hand. “This is my brother, Jason.”
I wave to Jason as he sits next to Sawyer on the other side of the table. Lance sits across from me.
“Do you eat like this every day?” Sawyer asks as he takes a bite of his food.
Something inside me churns at his words. If I’m not mistaken, he’s one of Caine’s riders. Back when Caine rode, he made a good living, from what I understand. I wonder if that isn’t the case for these two.
“Where are your folks?” I find myself asking.
“It’s none of your concern,” Jason says curtly, but quietly. There isn’t any bite to his words, but I can hear that he doesn’t want to discuss it any further.
“What’s going on, Caine?” Patrick asks as he places the meat on the table and everyone begins to serve themselves.
“I was going to discuss this in private with Mikayla,” Caine says.
“That’s all well and good, but what the fuck, Caine,” Patrick pushes. “I can see that Jason is drunk. I can smell him from here.”
Patrick isn’t yelling, but from the sound of his voice, it’s clear he isn’t pulling any punches. His mouth is set, and his eyes narrow on Jason.
Jason shuts his eyes and looks down at his hands. I can feel his shame.
“I will be looking into a rehab facility for Jason and while he’s in recovery, Sawyer will be staying with us,” Caine says. He leans forward and whispers into my ear, “If you aren’t comfortable with that, we can discuss otheroptions. I didn’t want to do this like this.”
I place a hand on his cheek and kiss him. “It’s fine,” I say. “But Jack is coming.” I remind him.
“We can put Jack in a studio,” Caine says softly. “You’re not going anywhere, right?” His brows draw together as he regards me, his voice low, unsure.
