“As many as she can,” Honor replied, nibbling on a French fry.
“She’s really killing it,” Jordan said.
“Honor, how’s your book coming along?” Addison asked.
“It’s finished. All that’s left is talking to my biological father.” Her eyes went flat. “I want to unveil my book there.”
“What’s your book about?” Rebel asked before biting into a slow-cooked rib.
“What I learned from living in a cult.”
“Whatdidyou learn?” Hawk asked.
“Buy the book and find out,” Jordan said, and everyone laughed.
A lull in the conversation had Rebel glancing across the table. Brit held his gaze, the energy flowing between them. She’d pulled her hair into a twist, put on a little makeup, and was wearing a tight-fitting sweater with a bohemian-style jumpsuit over it. Her beauty captivated him, her relaxed expression kept him grounded. The look of love in her eyes motivated him to be his best self… to put her first and keep her safe.
In a short amount of time, she’d become his entire world.
Throughout the day, he’d checked in with her, kept a close watch on her too. She’d been through a traumatic experience, and he wanted to make sure she was mentally and emotionally solid. While it was too soon to know for certain, she told him she’d slept well, she wasn’t obsessing over the event, and the feeling in her toes had returned.
His concern over her mental state stemmed from his history with Angie. He’d learned from that and vowed he’d be mindful that people handle life experiences differently.
He had confidence she’d talk to him—or her cousin, Liv the therapist—if she wasn’t okay.
“Was anyone out in the snow storm last night?” Honor asked, plucking him from his thoughts.
“Hell, no,” Hawk said.
“Not us,” Rebel lied.
“Were you?” Addison asked.
“Jordan was,” Honor said. “He got into an accident.”
Jordan set down his eaten rib. “Just a fender bender in a parking lot.”
“Everyone okay?” Brit asked.
“Oh, sure.” Jordan patted Honor’s hand. “It was nothing.”
Rebel’s stomach dropped.Did he try to run us off the road?His gaze jumped to Brit. She was waiting.
“I don’t like driving in the snow,” Honor said. “Too slippery for me.”
Jordan finished his beer. “That was a damn good meal. I’ve never heard of Jericho Road.”
“It’s very popular,” Brit said.
Honor stacked her empty dish on Jordan’s.
“Whatcha doin’ there?” Rebel asked.
“Helping out,” she replied.
“My guests never clean up.” Rebel took the plates from her, set them on the counter.
Honor offered him a sheepish smile. “I’m used to doing clean-up duty. I did it for years at the cult. I do it at home now, but I don’t mind. A lot of the time, it’s just me and Jordan.”
