Temper (Knights of Fury #3) - Chantal Fernando Page 0,22
“That sounds like an interesting story.” I grin.
“You have no idea,” she murmurs, rolling her eyes. “Ariel lived there at that time, and she was about to give birth. I needed a ride, and coincidentally, Renny was there to give me one. The rest is history.”
“I feel like there’s more to that story.”
She laughs. “There is, and I’ll tell you it from the beginning another time.”
“Deal.”
“You’re a good daughter,” she says, smiling at me. “I’m really close with my sister, too. Our mom passed away and our dad is an asshole, so we’re all the family we have too. I mean, besides the MC, of course. They’re definitely my family now.”
“I can see that,” I reply, glancing over at Temper, who is speaking with Saint. “It’s really nice to see how you all treat each other.”
“We get on each other’s nerves, don’t you worry,” she adds, then lowers her voice. “Let me know how tomorrow goes with Temper.”
I roll my eyes. “He’s just taking me because you can’t.”
And apparently he doesn’t want any of the other men taking me.
I don’t even care if he’s interested in me anymore at this point. It feels like a week since we even had our epic date, but it was only yesterday, and so much has changed since then.
I’ve changed since then.
And so has he—in my eyes, anyway.
She smirks and says, “I didn’t tell him I was busy working tomorrow. In fact, I’m doing nothing tomorrow.”
My eyes widen. “Well then.”
I guess he’s still interested.
Chapter Nine
After a solid night’s sleep, I wake up feeling much better than the day before. After a conversation with Ivy, which probably didn’t give her any of the answers she wanted, I fell asleep in my new fluffy pajamas. With no alarm, I let my body determine how much rest it needed, and it seemed to have worked. I have a shower and dress in my new jeans and black off-the-shoulder long-sleeve top, loving the way they fit me.
Once I’m all ready to face the day, I unlock my bedroom door and step outside. The place is quiet, so everyone must have left, or those who don’t live here have probably gone home.
“Temper?” I call out, heading for the kitchen.
I find him there, sitting in a white T-shirt and some shorts, a mug in his hands. “Good morning. How did you sleep?”
“Like a baby,” I admit. “Being kidnapped is really tiring. Not that you’d know, since I’m guessing you’re usually the kidnapper, not the kidnappee, but yeah, I was exhausted.”
“Do you want some coffee?” he asks as he stands in front of the coffee machine, ignoring my comments, not taking the bait. “And something to eat? Or do you want to go out for breakfast?”
“Just coffee sounds great for now,” I say, sitting down and watching him work his way around the kitchen. “Where is everyone?”
“At work,” he says. “We run a few different businesses, and everyone always has somewhere they need to be. It’s flexible, though, so if they have something else they need to do, someone will always cover for them.”
“What kind of businesses?” I ask, being nosy.
“We have a bike shop, selling custom bikes,” he explains and tells me all about the services they offer there. “We also have a bar, a club. We have our fingers in a few pies.”
“I’ll bet.”
Illegal pies, no doubt.
My phone beeps with a message. Hey it’s Izzy. I got Temper to send me your number. I’ve made you a list of the places you need to see and eat at before you leave. Enjoy your date!
I don’t know about it being a date, but I know she’s giving me shit from our conversation last night. “Izzy sent me a message.”
“I gave your number to her, I didn’t think you’d mind. You two seemed to have hit it off.”
“No, I’m glad you gave it to her,” I tell him. “Do you have any updates about the men who