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“Sure,” Ama said, coming into the room in one of my tees and her pants from the night before. And I swear to fuck, she’d never been more gorgeous.

“No,” I said, handing her a coffee mug.

“What? What am I missing?” she asked, giving Eddie a knowing look.

“Your man here doesn’t like what I’m calling the crêpes,” he told her.

“What are you calling the crêpes?”

“Post-coital crêpes,” he said, making me groan, but Ama let out a little laugh, the kind she used to give Levee and Cato when they said something idiotic but mildly humorous.

“So what kind of crêpes are they?”

“Pretty girl, I never skimp. We’ve got your normal strawberry with a little chocolate drizzle. Maybe some whipped cream if you’re feeling saucy.”

“I am,” Ama said, already reaching for one of the plates Eddie had stacked on the counter. “Okay what else?” she asked after he slid one crêpe onto her plate.”

“We have Nutella and banana,” he said, making her wave at her plate. “Then for something with a little more oomph, I have egg white, spinach, and ricotta.”

“And there isn’t one on my plate yet because…” Ama said, and I felt like I was falling for her more and more with each passing moment.

“Have I mentioned that I like your girl?” Eddie asked when she was settled at the kitchen table with a stacked plate, doing a little jiggle as she looked down at her food.

“She’s perfect,” I said, watching as the bird climbed off of his cage, mind on stealing some food.

“Oh, hey. Who are you?”

“Fuck you… Benny,” the bird declared as he stomped across the table toward her plate.

“Benny must be a jerk, huh? Umm, I don’t know if you’re supposed to have… okay, welp, that’s yours now. No way I’m wrestling anything out of that beak.”

“It’s fine,” I told her. “He steals shit all the time. Just keep him away from…” I started, looking at the framed note on the wall, “Avocado, garlic, onions, chocolate, mushrooms, fruit seeds and pits, uncooked beans, and caffeine.”

“He’s totally stolen a sip of coffee from an old cup here and there,” Eddie said, shrugging.

“Is he, like, a club pet?” Ama asked, looking at him. “He’s beautiful.”

“He is. I mean, he started as Remy’s rescue. But he likes being here, so when Remy moved, Mackie stayed behind. And the tortoise out back.”

“Shit. Yeah. I’ve got his lettuce here,” Eddie said, grabbing it. “He’s probably cursing my ass out,” he added, making his way toward the back door.

“Does he make breakfast every morning?” Ama asked as I slid in beside her.

“Not all of ‘em. He works some mornings.”

“Oh, right. Yeah, he doesn’t do… this work,” she said, waving around the clubhouse. “What does he do then?”

“Well, we don’t just do this,” I told her, waving around. “The club owns legitimate businesses as well.”

“Really? Like what?”

“Well, Huck always owned a shop. Even before he went into the… other business. A repair shop. It got blown up.”

“Blown up?” she asked, eyes going wide.

“Long story. But yeah. Years back. So, eventually, he decided to open up a new shop. Then Che’s girl, Saskia, she wanted to open an auto parts store next to it. Specializing in the shit you need to soup-up their cars. Since she and Che used to do street racing. Donovan too,” I said, nodding toward him as he walked in.

“Are you wearing a suit to breakfast?” Ama asked, shaking her head at him.

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