Riding the Line (Devil's Knights 2nd Generation #2) - Winter Travers Page 0,8

chicks. Although…maybe I didn’t know everything about Indiana.

“There’s shit in the freezer if you know how to cook,” Pie drawled. “It seems no one here knows how to.”

“I do. I’ve been bugging Frost to let me go to the store to buy food, but he won’t take me,” she stated.

Pie tipped his head to the side. “Are you implying that you know how to use the kitchen for more than grabbing milk or cereal, and Frost has been preventing you from doing it?”

Indiana rolled her eyes. “Give me half an hour, and I’ll knock your socks off, Pie-y.”

“Pie-y,” Hero chuckled.

Pie clutched his hand to his chest. “I will accept that name as long as you walk out of that kitchen with more than a bowl of cereal.”

“Just stand there and watch,” Indiana mumbled. She strolled into the kitchen and opened the freezer.

“Is she really going to make us something eat?” Pie asked, amazed.

I shrugged. I really didn’t know much about Indiana. She had been bugging me to go to the store, but I didn’t know if she actually knew her way around a kitchen. She might be a gourmet fucking cook and was about to blow our socks off, or she could be delusional and just as bad as the rest of the girls. “I guess we’ll have to wait twenty-nine more minutes and find out.”

“If she can cook, you better watch your back, brother. Pie is going to be hot on her heels,” Hero warned.

Reva smacked Hero’s shoulder. “Stop it. I doubt Pie is going to fall in love with Indiana just because she can cook.”

Hero sat back in his chair and draped his arm over the back of Reva’s chair. “Babe, I think you underestimate Pie’s love for food. He didn’t get that name because he likes apples.”

Pie tapped his nose and smiled wide. “She’s mine.”

Like fucking hell, she was. Indiana may not even be close to being mine, but she sure as hell wasn’t going to be with Pie. “Good luck, Pie-y,” I chided. “Pretty sure that lame nickname she gave you already put you in the friendzone.”

Pie flipped me off. “You know, I don’t fucking care what she calls me as long as she makes me food.”

“I can hear you,” Indiana called. “Like, every word, I can hear you.”

Reva covered her mouth and snorted.

Pie folded his arms over his chest. “I’m just making my intentions clear,” he called.

“Well, that’s nice, but I’m not really in the market right now for a hungry biker, Pie-y,” Indiana called.

“Burn,” Hero hissed.

Pie pointed at me. “That’s a burn to you, too, brother. She’s not in the market at all.”

“I didn’t say that,” Indiana clarified.

Reva’s jaw dropped, and Hero slapped me on the back. “I think you just might have a chance, brother,” he whispered to me.

I smiled smugly at Pie and flipped him off. “So sorry, Pie-y.”

She hadn’t exactly given me a green light, more like a yellow light. But that was better than nothing.

*

Chapter Five

Indiana

Wow.

Talk about a stocked freezer. The past few mornings, I had been basically starving because I was just sick and tired of cereal. I hadn’t known I could have walked into the kitchen and make whatever I wanted.

Meg was the normal cook around here, and I didn’t want to step on her toes even if she wasn’t here right now.

Normally, by the time I had woken up, there was always coffee and cereal set out. Now that I knew I could wander into the kitchen and cook my little ass off, things were going to change.

There was even a drawer with a bunch of potatoes and onions in it. I had only ever seen Meg, never spoken to her, but I heard rumors of her amazing cooking skills. And by the looks of the stocked kitchen, they weren’t lying.

I was in Heaven with everything she had in this kitchen.

Today, we were going to have scrambled eggs, hash browns, bacon, and maybe even sausage if I felt like making it. Pie was going to be in love with me when he saw what I was about to whip up.

Nothing extremely impressive, but it was a million times better than cold cereal.

“What are you smiling for?”

I whipped around with a dozen eggs in my hands. “Jesus,” I gasped. “You scared the hell out of me.”

Frost leaned against the entryway of the kitchen and folded his arms over his chest. “I thought you could hear everything?”

I frowned. “I meant I could hear when you guys were talking so