Revive (Storm Mc #3)
“And I was okay with it. I was more than fucking okay with it. Call me a pussy, I didn’t give a fuck. This woman was going to revive me; I was sure of it.
She eyed me with a questioning look. “I didn’t think you made anyone breakfast, Nash Walker.”
I grinned at her. “Turns out I was wrong. Now sit your ass down, woman. You’re about to have your mind blown by my food.”
“Your talents extend to cooking?” “Baby, you ain’t seen nothing yet. My talents are many and varied.”
“Well bring it on, dude. Hit me.”
I’d made eggs benedict for her, and her eyes widened in appreciation when I placed it in front of her.
“A biker who can cook?” she mused as she began eating. Her face lit up after her first bite. “Oh my God, Nash, you can actually cook!”
I laughed. “You’ve met my mother, sweet thing. She’s not the kind of woman to send her boys out into the world without cooking skills.”
“I love your mother,” she declared.
“Not something I hadn’t worked out, baby.” After we’d finished eatin...g, she made her way to the sink. Eyeing me, she said, “I’ll wash, you can dry.”MoreLess
She eyed me with a questioning look. “I didn’t think you made anyone breakfast, Nash Walker.”
I grinned at her. “Turns out I was wrong. Now sit your ass down, woman. You’re about to have your mind blown by my food.”
“Your talents extend to cooking?” “Baby, you ain’t seen nothing yet. My talents are many and varied.”
“Well bring it on, dude. Hit me.”
I’d made eggs benedict for her, and her eyes widened in appreciation when I placed it in front of her.
“A biker who can cook?” she mused as she began eating. Her face lit up after her first bite. “Oh my God, Nash, you can actually cook!”
I laughed. “You’ve met my mother, sweet thing. She’s not the kind of woman to send her boys out into the world without cooking skills.”
“I love your mother,” she declared.
“Not something I hadn’t worked out, baby.” After we’d finished eatin...g, she made her way to the sink. Eyeing me, she said, “I’ll wash, you can dry.”MoreLess
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