Page 21 of Unveiled Wishes

“No, but it seemed like a good thing to say.” Of course, he would question my motives.

“I am going to tell Sabre you’ve been checking out my ass.” He went back to making the pointing motion, and I wanted to rip off his finger. No wonder Sabre threatened to kill him daily.

“No, you won’t. He’ll really kill you then, and I won’t be able to walk straight for three days.” If Pretty even insinuated that I was looking at his ass, Sabre’s jealousy streak would kick in. We were solid, but he would restate his claim. I didn’t want to find out if the man could have a three-day sex marathon. As the thought crossed my mind, my legs shook with excitement. It’d be worth it, even if my body gave out.

“That sounds like a you problem.” Pretty had noticed my legs trembling.

“Please, Pretty. This is important.” When I had heard the brothers talking in the kitchen, I knew I wanted to make this happen for them. They needed a reminder that they had a family here, and there was no better time than the holidays.

“How important?” His lips quirked to one side, like he was thinking it over.

“Potato salad important.”

“I need enough so I can rub it all over.” He waggled his eyebrows in exaggeration.

“That’s gross, but if it will get you to say yes…” All that mattered was that he agreed.

“Nah, but that would be fun, though. Make me a pan, and I’ll wear the tights.”

I hugged him. “Thank you. I really appreciate this.”

“Yeah, you know I was going to do it. I just had to put up a fight.” He shrugged.

“Well, now you have to rope in Twig, Pint, and Berry. I have costumes for them, too.” I’d purposely picked Pretty because he was the most comfortable in his sexuality. The other three were the biggest men in the club. This would go down in infamy.

“Fuck me.”

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Zook

The holidays were rapidly approaching, and there wasn’t much going on. Chef had prepared breakfast, and the brothers had rearranged the tables so that we could all eat together. I would have normally enjoyed it, but How was going to have to leave soon to pick up Em, and I was nervous. I wanted nothing to ruin their visit, but I wasn’t sure I was ready to relive the past.

“What time are you leaving?” I asked How, trying to swallow a bite of eggs.

“In an hour. I have to wait for Grease to bring my bike keys back,” he answered, shoving bacon into his mouth.

I was confused. I had made sure that How had borrowed one of the club cars from Grease. He wasn’t taking his bike, so why did he need his keys? I panicked, and my thoughts were rapidly firing questions. He wouldn’t put her on the back of his bike, would he? I had to know for my peace of mind. “You’re not taking your bike, are you? You don’t have a helmet. Plus, where are you going to put her suitcase?”

His eyes narrowed at me over another piece of bacon. “I am not. Grease dropped off one of the club’s extra cars and took my bike for an oil change early this morning.”

My stomach sank with worry. How was going to find out why I had broken Emily’s heart, and I didn’t know what his reaction would be. I couldn’t lose How as my best friend. It was a pickle that I had considered when I’d sent that last letter.

“What’s going on?” He ate another piece of bacon, snapping it in half with his teeth.

I didn’t respond, looking down at my plate and grabbing another fork full of eggs.

“I know something’s going on. You’re acting weirder than normal.” He ate the other half of the bacon, leaning forward towards me.

My head popped up at that one. “I am not weird.” The eggs that had been on my fork fell into my lap. No one laughed, as they were more invested in our conversation. I grabbed my napkin and tried to pick up the pieces from my jeans.

“When Em called, I got the vibe that something’s up with her and Christoper. Suddenly, she’s coming when she’s never been to the club, and you’re acting peculiar. Makes me think her visit has nothing to do with me.” He slid his plate in front of him and put down his fork to stare into my soul.

“You’ve already decided that you know everything.” I rolled my eyes. Em wasn’t coming to see me, but I was here, and she wouldn’t be able to avoid me unless I hid in the shadows.

No one was talking around the table. They were too busy eating breakfast and listening to us.

“You going to tell me what I am missing, or are we taking this outside? I got about forty-five minutes.” How hooked a finger over his shoulder. He didn’t have a problem pushing me into a fight, knowing full well I’d never take a swing at him. We were too close for that bullshit.

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