Silver Saints MC Volume 1 - Fiona Davenport Page 0,10
what she was told.
She threw another glance at Bridget, revulsion clear in her eyes, then sighed and looked back at me. “No.” She stood and motioned for Bridget to follow her. “Let’s go, kid.”
Bridget looked as though she wanted to say something to me, but changed her mind and quietly trailed after Cat.
I tried to get my mind back on work, though it frequently strayed to my blue-eyed beauty. Couldn’t help wondering what she was doing and how she was adjusting. Then I’d lecture myself for being a pansy ass and throw myself back into my responsibilities.
When my stomach growled, I grabbed food from the kitchen and took it back to my office. Finally, my eyes grew tired and I glanced at the clock on my desk to see that it was after two in the morning. I trudged over to my couch and flopped down on it, determined to catch some shut eye and stay away from the woman currently occupying my bed. Instead, I tossed and turned until I finally gave up and went upstairs. I silently undressed and slipped into bed, pulling Bridget into my arms.
I woke with the sunrise and left before she knew I’d been there. It would have to be enough—sleeping with her in my arms.
6
Bridget
Waking up the second morning after Mac took me wasn’t nearly as pleasurable as the first. Cat had kept me busy all day, and I’d been exhausted when she’d finally released me from being her slave-laborer after dinner clean-up. I’d tried to stay awake so I could talk to him, in the hope that I’d be able to convince him to let me spend my time with someone—anyone—other than Cat. Preferably him. But I must have passed out before he’d turned in for the night, and slept through him leaving since the bed was now empty. I would have thought I’d spent the entire night alone if it wasn’t for the indentation on the pillow next to me and the slight hint of his scent on the sheets.
“I better see that man more today than I did yesterday,” I mumbled to myself. “Or else I’ll have to kick my own butt for cooperating in my own kidnapping.”
My muscles ached when I crawled out of bed and headed into the bathroom to get ready for my day. Not that I needed to do a lot since I was just going to be a hot and sweaty mess soon because Cat clearly had it out for me. A fact that was proven to me yet again when I walked into the kitchen and she turned from the stove to glare at me.
“Did the spoiled princess get enough sleep? Would she like a cup of coffee? Maybe a gourmet breakfast?”
I didn’t bother saying anything. I’d learned that lesson yesterday. Cat couldn’t care less what I had to say or if she hurt my feelings. She’d made her mind up about me, and nothing was going to change it.
“Now that you’re finally up, get over here and stir these eggs.”
I did as she asked—or ordered, really, since it wasn’t a request—and took her place at the stove. There were at least two dozen eggs in the pan, and Cat hurried over to the toaster to pull out four slices of toast. She popped another four slices in, buttered the ones that were done, and set them on top of an already tall pile on a plate. It seemed like she was making enough to feed a small army.
Scout strolled in and gave Cat a quick pat on her butt. “How’s breakfast coming along, Kitty Cat?”
“Better now that the princess is finally up,” she grumbled.
“Well then, I’m glad Blue’s around to lend a hand in the kitchen.”
“Blue?” Cat echoed softly.
“Yeah, she needed a nickname and Blue seemed like the obvious choice with those gorgeous eyes of hers,” Scout explained.
If looks could kill, I’d have dropped dead on the spot after the venomous scowl Cat shot my way. She smiled up at Scout when he looked down at her, so he didn’t catch the look she gave me. While he snagged a piece of toast before heading out the door, she pulled a couple of baking sheets of bacon out of the oven.
“You make your bacon in the oven?”
My question earned me another glare and an eye-roll. “Yeah, ‘cause it’s less messy and easier to cook it in big batches that way than in a pan.” She gave me a considering look, and then her