Page 173 of Composed
Doesn’t matter that she has her own family in her band In Stasis, she’ll always be one of us.
She nudges me out the way and peers into the fajita pan. “That actually looks edible. There’s no way you guys cooked this.”
“Rude,” I say.
Not that she’s wrong. Fuck knows I can’t cook for shit.
Hendrix trusting me to watch her dinner while she’s gone to pick up a blender for the margaritas might be the biggest mistake she’s ever made—including dumping me. She’ll be lucky if she’s not serving charred chicken later.
Noah only hums as she plucks a piece of chicken from the pan.
I grab her shoulders and guide her out the kitchen while she chews.
“No more eating the food.” I spear Axel with a look as he tries to slip past me. “Rixie will murder me. She’s already on edge about this whole dinner thing. I don’t need you lot fucking it up for her.”
Noah jeers. “I knew you didn’t cook it.”
I blob my tongue at her and push her into the lounge.
A creak cuts through the air as the front door swings open.
I crane my neck as Hendrix stumbles over a loose shoelace, before freezing in the doorway, blender dangling from her fingertips.
She blinks, her gaze darting between me and Noah.
Her mouth pops open but she slams it shut.
Noah tenses, her voice low as she whispers, “what is happening right now?”
I watch Hendrix for a long moment. “I have no idea.”
“Your girl the jealous type?”
“I don’t think so.” She never was before. I release my hands anyway and hold them open in the air. “But maybe move away just in case?”
Noah inches forward.
Hendrix doesn’t move an inch, but a muscle in her cheek jumps.
I tilt my head. “Move awayquicker, Noah.”
Noah grunts. “I’m trying to not make any fast movements.”
“Rixie.” I close the distance between Hendrix and me, and brush my knuckles along her cheek. “Are you okay, baby?”
Her gaze doesn’t stray from Noah who halts like a deer in headlights.
Maybe after ten years apart, my girl is the jealous type…
“Holy fuck!” Hendrix’s voice is pitched higher than I’ve ever known it. “You’re Noah Pierce.”
Noah nods slowly, her eyes wide as she stares at Hendrix. “That’s me.”
Hendrix tips her chin up and glares at me. “You've never told me you know Noah fucking Pierce.”
“Well, I…” I puff a breath. How do I explain the fact she’s the twins' mum without telling Hendrix about the twins? “It’s complicated?”
“Complicated?” she deadpans.
