Page 50 of The Biker and the Baker
What the what?"He said what?"
"I want a boy cousin," Twin Two chimes in. "I want a boy cousin who can play games better than this sore loser." He jabs a finger at his brother as he says this.
"I'm not a loser! You're a loser, turdface."
"You suck! I squash you like a bug every time."
They explode in a sibling fight, while I sit there trying to process the whole me giving them a cousin thing.
"Yo, quit it before I smash your heads together!"
Jolted from my befuddlement, I glance up to see Onyx poking his head out the window closer to the bedroom.
"He started it!" they both squeal, pointing at each other.
Onyx slices his gaze to me and lifts his brow in question. His look says,why are you out there instead of in here with me?
Averting my attention to the boys, I ask them to tell me about their favorite video games, only half listening to their responses. The other half of me tuned in to the man inside the RV.
At the sound of footsteps crunching on the gravel, I twist around to see Leyana approaching with a large, covered, silver-plated serving tray. She looks surprised to see me at first, but then her lips rise in a knowing smirk.
“Pia,” she greets when she gets close. “I had no idea you were here.”
I stand and turn to greet her. “Oh, yeah, um…so, you called it.”
She titters, setting the serving tray down on the table.
Remember how adamant I’d been about Onyx and meneverhappening? No chance in hell? Well, color me scarlet right now.
Where I’m sheepish, Leyana is excited, as she pulls me into a warm, easy embrace, before pulling back. “I’m not sure I brought enough breakfast… Onyx doesn’t bring women over, like ever, so I wasn’t expecting…”
“Oh, no, no, that’s fine.”
“No no, there’s still a lot inside. I’ll just go grab another tray. Be right back.” Before I can stop her, she’s off.
The twins have already uncovered the loaded tray and are buzzing around it like bees. Twin Two runs up to the RV door and yanks until it opens. He bounds inside then back out a few short minutes later with two Batman-themed plates and forks. He hands a plate and fork to his brother and they begin helping themselves.
Impressively independent, these two. My nieces would’ve sat in front of the covered tray and stared me down with hungry eyes until I got their plates and served them.
Onyx comes out a minute later with a wooden tray of plates, forks, and mugs. Two of the four mugs are also batman themed.
“Leyana doesn’t think there’s enough,” I say wryly, gesturing to the tray laden with food. “She went back formore.”
He looks down at the platter burdened with everything from crepes to perfectly sliced ham to fresh fruits, and he chuckles. “Sounds like Ley. But then again, these two”—he playfully palms the twins’ foreheads—“will eat you under the table.”
Both argue back, but their mouths are stuffed too full for anything to make sense. Yep, I believe Onyx on this one.
“Oh,” he says, reaching into his back pocket. He pulls out my phone and holds it out to me. “This has been going off.”
I snatch it from him and check the screen. Two missed calls from Mom, four from Calvin. And a bunch of texts.
Mom:Where are you? Please call.
Cal:I thought of you all night last night. Give me a call.
Cal:Let me take you to breakfast at the Ritz. What do you say?
“Be right back,” I mumble distractedly, wandering off in the direction of the garden while dialing Mom.
