Temper (Knights of Fury #3) - Chantal Fernando Page 0,31
to leave early to sort some things. I’ll be home around twelve to take you out for lunch. Crow is here to get you anything you need.
P.S. Last night was the best sleep I’ve had in years.
Smiling, I hold the note to my chest, just as Crow steps in and goes, “Isn’t that fuckin’ cute?” making me jump and scaring the shit out of me.
“Jesus Christ, Crow,” I say, spinning around to face him.
He simply grins, leaning against the doorframe. His jeans are extra tight today, the denim the same color as his eyes. “Who knew the prez had a romantic side.”
“I don’t know why you all give him so much shit; he’s a nice guy,” I say, defending him. I mean, at least he is to me.
“He is a good man. Around you he shows a different side, though, one we aren’t used to, which is why we’re all in shock,” Crow replies, running a hand through his blond hair. “Now I’ve been told I need to make sure you have something for breakfast. Do you want to eat out or in?”
“Out,” I say, placing the note back down on the table.
I want to do something nice for Temper, and I have a plan.
Chapter Twelve
“How are you feeling after what happened last night?” Crow asks as we head to the grocery store. “Imagine if it was just me with you three ladies? I would have been fucked. And if anything happened to any of you, Temper, Saint and Renny would have killed me three times over.”
“Babysitting gig comes with a lot of pressure, doesn’t it?”
He laughs. “It’s more than that. The men trust me to look after the women they love, and that’s no small feat. I could be doing much worse as a prospect, trust me.”
“They must trust you a lot,” I say, staring at his profile. “You’re really easy to get along with, so no one even minds if you’re tagging along either.”
“Well, that’s nice of you to say. I guess if you compare anyone to Chains they’d be nice, though,” he jokes, parking the car.
“Yeah, you two are kind of opposites,” I admit. Crow is light, Chains is dark, in temperament and appearance.
“He’s not a bad guy,” Crow adds, opening his door and glancing back at me. “Let’s do this.”
We head inside and I grab all the things needed for an impromptu picnic, complete with wine, platter foods and various cheeses.
“This is something a man would like, right?” I ask as we put the bags in the truck and get back in the car. “I mean, if someone planned a little picnic for you and put in some effort to show you that they appreciate you, you’d enjoy it?”
“Are you kidding me? He’s going to love it,” he assures me. “And it’s the perfect day for it. The sun’s out, and he’s probably going to be stressed as fuck from trying to do damage control from last night.”
“I’m sure you can tell I’m a little out of my element.” I groan.
I have no experience with men. And the first man I actually like had to be complicated as fuck, in a motorcycle club, and come with a whole lot of baggage.
“You’ll be fine. He seriously likes you, Abbie. Everyone does. And you know what, that’s important, because if you and he get together you’re going to be someone that people look up to. Being the president’s old lady isn’t a role for everyone.”
“Okay, I wasn’t thinking that far ahead, but thanks for adding that on,” I mumble, my mind pushing back that comment for another day’s problem.
Crow just shrugs. He meant it, this is actually a thing, and if anything progresses with me and Temper, it’s something I’m going to have to think about. However, with me having to go home at the quickest opportunity, I think that this is where everything is going to end. That doesn’t mean I won’t enjoy the time with him that I have, because I’m going to make the most of every second.