Page 57 of Hard Corps (Selected Sinners MC 7)

He nodded his head and grinned.

“I like that. Be a lot of fixin’ right here though,” he said as he wagged his fork toward Ripp.

Ripp shook his head, stood, and stomped to the kitchen with his plate full of bones.

“Good answer,” Katie whispered.

“No secrets at the dinner table,” Mrs. Ripton said.

Katie squeezed my leg again, causing me to jump slightly, but not as much as before.

“I said it was a good answer. I didn’t think the table needed to hear me,” she said.

After a shallow breath, she tilted her head back slightly and shouted. “Good answer!”

“There, now everyone knows,” she said as she pushed herself from the table.

Eating dinner at the Ripton residence was nothing short of a three-ring circus.

“Are you finished?” she asked as she reached for my plate.

I nodded my head and handed her my plate. As she walked away, I realized little by little she was coming out of her shell. Be it because she was more comfortable with me, letting go of her past, or that we were simply making progress in our relationship, I didn’t care.

One Sunday dinner at a time, I was becoming human again.

And so was she.