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“Oh, Goddess. You didn’t upset her.” He tucks a stray hair behind my ear, then turns to the other two women. “Sienna, Tink, can you get our guest somethin’ to eat, please?”
“Yup,” the brunette says.
“You got it, Prez,” the girl with pink hair replies.
Bull’s eyes come back to mine. “I’ll be back in a few. I need to go talk to my daughter.”
I nod my head and he takes off after Minx.
“Sorry about Minx. She’s pretty protective of her dad,” the brunette tells me. “I’m Sienna.”
“That’s understandable,” I respond.
“Let’s see what we can scrape together in the kitchen,” Sienna says, linking her arm in mine and leading me to the kitchen. “The guys are probably hungry, too. You any good at cooking?”
“I’m no top chef, but I know my way around a kitchen,” I tease.
Sienna chuckles.
“That’s good enough for these guys,” Tink deadpans behind us.
“Ain’t that the truth,” Sienna adds with another laugh.
“So, tell us about yourself. Why are you here if you just met Bull?” Tink asks.
“Ah, well, he came into the bar I work at on Saturday. We talked on and off all night. He got drunk and passed out, so I had our bouncer move him to the office so he could sleep it off. We talked some more when he woke up Sunday and I got the vibe that he’s someone I can trust. I needed help last night and ended up here. I didn’t exactly have anywhere else to go,” I explain.
“Needed help with what?” Tink questions.
“No offense to you, but I’d rather not say. I haven’t even talked with Bull about it, because I was so distraught last night.” I look down at my feet, waiting for the backlash.
“Oh, shit. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to pry,” she apologizes.
My eyes shoot to hers. I wasn’t expecting a response like that. These women are so welcoming and kind. I’m sure Minx is kind as well. It’s like Sienna said, she’s protective of her dad.
“Do you mind if I ask how old you are?” Sienna asks. “You don’t look our age, but you definitely don’t look Bull’s age.”
“I’m thirty-three,” I tell them.
“Definitely an age gap there,” Tink says with a smirk. “That’s pretty hot.”
Sienna shoves Tink’s shoulder, shaking her head.
“What? Did you not see the way Bull was lookin’ at her?” she says to Sienna, then turns back to me. “I’veneverseen Bull look at anyone the way he looked at you.”
Our conversation takes a turn after that. The three of us cook breakfast, not just for me, but for everyone currently in the clubhouse. Which, according to them, is now half the guys and the four of us women. Sienna said the other guys more than likely took off for work for the rest of the day.
Once we’re done cooking, the three of us make our own plates before telling the guys. Sienna makes a plate for Minx, too. As we’re walking out of the kitchen, Bull and Minx walk back into the main room. Minx walks over to one of the guys sitting on the couch while Bull walks right to me.
“Wanna take that back to my room and we can talk?” His voice is calm, but not in a fake way like Kevin’s would be.
“Sure,” I reply and together, we go to his room.
Chapter Twelve
Bull
Church this morning went pretty fast. I caught everyone up on what Saint told me was goin’ down in New Orleans. We’re gonna let Saint and the guys figure out what exactly is goin’ on and update us before we set a game plan.
