Page 37 of Lore
“Of course it does,” Lore fires back, scowling at him.
Rider and Dove start to eat, and Lore takes a mouthful, his violet eyes widening as he chews.
The bastard.
I know that back then, I wasn’t the best cook, but when you become a mother, you kind of have to learn.
“This is really fucking good,” he states, sounding surprised and pleased.
Bones takes a careful bite and then closes his eyes, moaning slightly. “I don’t know what the hell you were talking about, Lore. This is delicious.”
My eyes narrow on Lore. Did he warn them that I wasn’t a good cook?
Lore clips the back of Bones’ head, making him choke, while the rest of the men start to eat. Ora has a check-up at the doctor’s office, so she and War are missing. Haze and Lu also aren’t here, something to do with a performance Haze has, so I’m currently the only woman at the table.
Skull takes his bite, studying me thoughtfully. Ora told me how to tell them apart, and I’m grateful because I don’t think I would have figured it out on my own. However, the more time I spend with them, I realize how different their personalities are. “It’s good.”
“Thank you,” I reply, cutting my eyes back to Lore. “I’ve picked up some new skills over the years.”
Something about that statement pisses him off, because his jaw tightens. His fingers grip the fork harder, and he shovels in another mouthful.
Suit comes in later, smiling at me when he sees me. “Hope there’s some left for me?”
Lore puts his fork down and narrows his eyes at him.
“Yes, there’s plenty,” I assure Suit, and he winks at me. He’s wearing his usual crisp white shirt rolled up to his forearms to show off his ink. He’s put his leather cut over it, and the contrast is kind of sexy.
Lore clears his throat, and when my gaze cuts to his, I know he caught me checking out Suit and is even unhappier, if that’s possible.
I think the kids being here is the only thing that is keeping him from losing his temper.
I clean Dove’s mouth and then smile when I see Rider has almost eaten half of his food.
“Do you want more?” I ask him.
He shakes his head. “No, thank you.”
“Can you please make this again?” Suit asks, licking his fork. “It’s delicious.”
“Yeah, there was no need to threaten us,” Bones adds, smirking. “Seems like you might not know your woman as well as you think.”
“Why did he threaten you?” Suit asks, brow furrowing.
“You didn’t get the text?” Bones asks him, amusement now dancing in his blue eyes. He turns to Lore. “You didn’t warn all of your club brothers? Or did you just not warn Suit?”
“Bones,” Lore snarls, eyes darting to Rider and Dove before looking back at his brother. “After this, meet me in the gym. I have something I need to show you.”
His tone is ominous, and I have no doubt what he wants to show him is a fist to the face.
“What do you want to show him?” Rider pipes up, his voice excited. “Can I see too?”
“Yeah, Lore. Can he see too?” Bones fires back, trying to keep a straight face and majorly failing.
“So wait, you thought her food wasn’t going to be good, so you warned everyone to behave?” Suit asks, shaking his head in exasperation.
“He told us we had to pretend it was good, even if it wasn’t,” Blade speaks up, smiling at me. “It’s amazing, by the way.”
“Thank you, Blade,” I say, trying to stop myself from laughing now.
