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“Nikita did.”
Hawk gave him a pointed look. “Nikita was born into a club. She’s different.”
Brewer grabbed two more beers and opened them. “Yeah, maybe. But then there’s Jupiter.”
“Did she actually swear off bikers?”
They both wracked their brains for the answer.
“Nah, don’t think so,” Brewer finally admitted. “It sucks. This girl’s a real looker too. Got one plump ass.” He took a long drink. “But it’s her fire that pulled me in. She gave it back to me just as easily as she took it.”
“So, a spitfire with sass?” Hawk chuckled behind his bottle. “Perfect.”
Brewer sank into a chair opposite Hawk. “I’ll win her over. You’ll see.” He sipped the beer, setting his very soul at ease. “She’ll see too. Delphi is meant to be mine.”
“The fuck kind of shit you spewing?” Hawk slugged him good-naturedly. “You’re sounding more and more like Doc and Kevlar. Don’t get pussy-whipped like the others.”
Brewer laughed and clinked his bottle against Hawk’s. “No worries that’ll happen. No woman can handle me for more than a week anyhow.”
Three nymphs walked into the parlor, stealing the attention away from the conversation at hand, and Brewer had never been more grateful. Even though he had said what he hoped would be true, he couldn’t believe it himself.
Maybe Delphi is what I’ve been missing in my life.He tipped up his beer and smirked as he drank. Hawk was right. He needed to get laid. Once he did, Delphi would be out of his thoughts for good.
CHAPTER4
DELPHI
Tossingthe last baking sheet in the oven, Delphi swept a hand over her forehead and blew out a breath. The clock above the wall illuminated the time, which showed that it was still hours away from opening time for the bistro. She leaned against the counter and rolled her shoulders. Working both opening and closing was harder with each passing day.The sooner I hire a pastry chef, the better.
Her phone vibrated on the quartz countertop, and she smiled at the message from Jupiter.
Jupiter: Meet me in thirty minutes or I’m gonna eat all the cinnamon buns.
Delphi chuckled and quickly sent a reply, disregarding her floury thumbs.
Delphi: Not if I beat you there.
She didn’t have to wait long to see a plethora of emojis texted back from her friend. Putting the phone down, Delphi surveyed the kitchen. It was neat, clean, and just the right size for the small restaurant. With only eight months of business ownership under her belt, she hoped the economy would continue to support local restaurants.
That had been her father’s biggest concern when she showed interest in culinary arts.
“Boss lady, you here?”
Frowning, Delphi made her way to the side entrance. Her maître d’ stood just inside the door.
“Peter, everything all right? I wasn’t expecting you until three this afternoon.”
Peter took off his beanie, which made his dark black hair stick up every which way. “It’s my mother. The hospice worker called. She isn’t going to make it much longer.”
“Oh, God.” Delphi closed the distance between them and hugged the man she viewed as an uncle. “I’m so sorry. Please, take all the time you need.”
Peter sniffed, wiping the tears on his cheeks. “You’re sure? It’s been so busy here. I don’t want to make it worse for you.”
She patted his shoulder. “I’ll cope, don’t worry.”
“Thank you, Delphi.” He managed a small smile. “You’re truly the best boss I’ve had in years.”
“Let me know if there’s anything I can do to help.”
