Page 34 of Fanatic

The first load of furniture to arrive was the living and dining room, and I found myself relegated to the back garden with the men and Danny. Danny reached for Jinx, who took him happily.Since then, several hours had passed, and now people were looking between me, Jinx, and Danny.

“What?” I demanded finally.

“We’re not sure if it’s you or Danny,” Clio said.

“But it’s fuckin’ one of ya’s,” Bear complained, rubbing his head. He’d come from my house cussing Jinx out, who merely looked serene and told Bear he needed faster reactions.

“What is?”

“We noticed last night, while Jinx was holding Danny, nothing happened,” Tati replied.

“Okay?” I wondered where this was going.

“While at yours, stuff happens. But the moment Jinx set foots here, it all stops,” Levi said. “Can we borrow Danny and take him to your house and see if it ends Jinx’s shit?”

Amused, I laughed. Was Levi serious? Okay, he was.

“Levi, you can’t take my son to see if it stops Jinx’s jinx!” I exclaimed.

“Why not?” Celt demanded as he looked at a swelling thumb.

“Because Danny’s a baby!”

“Willow, give Levi the kid. We gotta know if Danny works,” Sunny moaned.

“No! And what if it does? Then what?” I snapped, amused.

“Negotiation. Willow, you don’t need Danny all the time,” Sunny replied.

“Is he serious?” I questioned, unsure.

Sunny kept glowering.

“Let us just borrow Danny for this trip. If it ain’t Danny, then it’s you, and we can find something for you to do around the clubhouse all day,” Celt stated. He looked at his thumb even as it swelled further.

Amusement fading, I grabbed Celt, walked him to the faucet, and turned it on. “Stick it under there and keep it there.”

“The water’s cold, Willow!” Celt complained.

I raised an eyebrow, and Celt subsided.

“Woman’s mean,” he said in an aside to Fanatic, who smirked as he leaned against the worktop. Fanatic wore black jeans today with a black tee and looked striking. Yeah, Fanatic needed a woman. For some reason, that thought irked me.

“Why do you think I made Willow my best friend? I was clever,” Fanatic replied. He sent me a warm glance, and I shook my head.

“Go help unload, asshole,” Sunny scowled.

“Was about to buy lunch,” Fanatic teased and began walking out.

Sunny snagged him by the neck of his tee. “Order,” Sunny demanded.

I laughed as Sunny’s stomach rumbled, and he glowered.

“Two choices. There’s that English-style fish and chip shop that’s recently opened. Or we can get tacos,” Fanatic offered.

That caused a mini riot. In the end, Fanatic bought tacos for half of us and fish and chips for the rest. Fanatic was positively gleeful as he ordered something called a saveloy, battered sausage and a steak and kidney pie. On looking around at his brothers, Fanatic added several extras with a shake of his head.

When the meals were delivered, Fanatic cut up the extra and then guarded his own plate after everyone enjoyed them. To my surprise, it was proper English food. Not an American take on it. Fanatic explained they did things like pickled eggs and gherkins, along with battered turkey sticks and deep-fried Mars bars. Overall, the food was pretty decent, and the shop had just acquired a load of new customers.

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