Saint chuckles, shaking his head at me like I’m too cute. I’m not cute, I’m fearsome dammit, but I’m also too mellow from my sex-fest to let anything bother me right now.
“I just didn’t like being blindsided like that in front of Tate,” I admit. Seeing Tate look at me like he did hurt more than I’m willing to admit. I guess I have to remember that beneath the hero status I placed upon him as a little girl, he’s still only human.
“I’m sorry about the way that all played out. Your brother left already, but he said you knew where to reach him if you needed to.”
I wrap my arms around myself, feeling the gulf between my two worlds widen. Tate was right in that respect, and it kills me to know that if I can’t find some way to merge my worlds, I’ll have to choose a side.
“It’s okay. He needs space, we both do. Come on, feed me, then amuse me for a little while. I’m not used to sitting around doing nothing.” I smile, it's small but real. I can’t change anything right now so I’m just going to have to suck it up and get on with things. I might have no idea how I’m going to navigate this old lady thing, but I won’t figure anything out if I don’t give this new life a chance.
“Well, if you’re bored, I’m sure we have bathrooms that need cleaning.” Saint’s words interrupt my wayward thoughts. I glare up at him, making him laugh.
“I’m going to pass, but thanks for that. I haven’t even been brave enough to use any of the bathrooms here besides the one in my room.”
“Smart woman.”
“Well, that’s what I’ve been trying to tell you all along,” I joke.
“More like smartass. Come on.” He swats my ass.
Saint leads me into the brightly lit kitchen, which is mostly filled with women, except for the McHotty twins who are sitting at the table eating sandwiches. It’s bizarre watching the two of them together—even as they lift, bite, and chew, their movements are completely in sync with each other.
A pinch on my arm has me cursing. “Hey, that hurt,” I snap at Saint, who looks at me before rolling his eyes.
“Don’t check out other men,” he grunts.
I huff out an exasperated breath. I’m pretty sure three bikers is the limit my body can handle, and even that might be pushing it.
“I wasn’t checking them out, dumbass, I was watching them eat. I mean, look at them! If synchronized sandwich eating were an Olympic event, they’d take gold easily.” I point at the twins who look up at my words and grin.
“You are such a goof.” Saint chuckles, pulling the chair out at the table closest to us and waiting for me to sit.
“Such a gentleman.” I smile sweetly.
“Only for you. Now, what are you in the mood for?”
I look over at the McHotty twins and decide a sandwich sounds pretty good right now.
“I’ll have a PB and J sandwich if you have it, and a glass of milk.” I could actually eat a couple of them, but I don’t want to look like a pig in front of everyone else.
A snort comes from the other side of the room, making me look over to see Lexi sporting a black eye and Kitty laughing about something while looking my way.
“Is something wrong, ladies? And I’m using that term loosely, real loosely in some cases,” I say, looking at Lexi with a sweet smile.
“You eat like a child,” she snaps. I wait for her to say something else but that seems to be it.
I raise my eyebrows at her, wondering if this is the quality of insult I should expect. Maybe I should lower my expectations. “And your point is?” I’m not sure why I’m bothering to engage with her other than it's funny to see her get so riled up.
She huffs at that, adding in a hair toss for dramatic effect.
“You do know a girl can’t live on cock alone, right?” I ask her, making one of the twins choke.
“I eat,” she says defensively. “But do you have any idea how many calories and fat are in that stuff? They won’t want you if you get fat.”
By they, I assume she means Saint, Bates, and Priest. I call bullshit, but even if that was the case, I don’t measure my worth as a woman based on my ability