UnHinge Me (Savage Beast MC #6) - Hayley Faiman Page 0,30
as she stares at the clothes in the closet.
“Babe, we gotta fuckin’ go,” I say with urgency.
She turns to look over her shoulder at me, arching a brow as her lips twitch into a small smile. “Mountain, this is my first outing into your town. What if we see someone you know?” she asks.
I blink.
No doubt she’ll see someone I know, someone I’ve probably fucked, too. “You don’t got much of a choice of clothes, babe. Shorts, tanks, tees, and that’s about all she wrote, all from Walmart.”
She wrinkles her nose and turns away from me again to face the closet. I took her in, my eyes focusing on the small spiral curled tendrils of hair at the nape of her neck. It was cute as fuck and made me wonder if her hair is naturally curly, instead of the straight that I’ve seen it in all of the two fucking days I’ve known her.
Instead of asking her, of getting to know her, I turn around and let her know that I’ll be in the living room waiting for her. Asking her questions like that, learning even more about her, it seems really fucking intimate and we are not there yet, doubt I personally ever will be.
Chapter Nine
MOUNTAIN
I ignore Leighton. I know that I shouldn’t, but fuck, she’s working her way beneath my skin too fucking fast. Pushing the cart, I don’t say much as she reads labels and puts things in the basket.
Every now and then, I grab something that I want, knowing that I’ll have to keep a close eye on her until I figure out what I need to about her and know that I can somewhat trust her to stay alone for long periods of time at the house. Especially when I’m out on a run, no way in fuck can I just leave her there. Not yet at least.
“Mountain?” she asks.
Lifting my head, I look up at her. She’s holding two boxes of pasta and looking at me as if she’s expecting an answer to whatever asinine question she’s decided to ask me about dry pasta. Instead of ignoring her, I jerk my chin up, I clear my throat.
“I didn’t hear you,” I admit.
Her lips turn down into a frown for just a second before they curve up into a smile. “Veggie pasta or whole wheat?”
I blink. My eyes widen as I stare at her, unsure why she’s just offered me the choice between two non-choices.
“Regular,” I grunt.
She shakes her head slowly. “I don’t care to eat white pasta, Mountain.”
My brows knit together as I tilt my head to the side and wonder what the fuck that has to do with anything. I’m not sure I give a fuck, because I refuse to eat that shit. Then I remind myself that I probably won’t ever have to eat it anyway. I’ll just leave and go to the clubhouse, order a pizza, or have a whore make me some white goddamn pasta.
“Get whatever you want,” I mumble.
She presses her lips together, her gaze lowering to her hands and I watch as her shoulders deflate before she places both boxes of pasta on the shelf. She turns away from them and makes her way over to my side, without getting either of them.
“Babe, you didn’t get anything,” I needlessly point out.
She doesn’t look at me, instead she lifts her head and keeps her gaze straight ahead. “I don’t need it, doesn’t matter.”
“You don’t need it?”
She shrugs a shoulder, still not looking at me. “I don’t. I don’t really need anything down these aisles. I have fresh fruit and veggies, that’s all I really need.”
“You plannin’ on cooking for me? I ain’t a rabbit, babe.”
Slowly, her head turns to the side and she finds my eyes with her own sparkling blue ones. “Will you be eating with me?” she asks.
Her voice soft but there is an edge there and I have a feeling I’ve hurt her once again. I have a feeling that I’ll keep doing it too. There is not a single fucking doubt in my mind that I’m going to destroy her. Honestly, she’s probably already had enough damage done to her in life, I should just let her be, but I can’t, not yet.
“Sometimes.”
She nods her head slowly. “And other times?”
“Got a job, got duties to do down at the clubhouse. Shit that I can’t talk about with you, ever, or should be talking about in public.”