Mad Dog (Angel’s Rebellion MC: #2) (Angel's Rebellion MC), стр. 57
My mom and Beth's mom had usually cooked for us. But with them being on their damn walkabout of the States, we'd been shit out of luck on the food front. And, unfortunately for us, the majority of the married Brothers’ wives weren't big on cooking or baking for that matter. Two years ago, when Fawn and Mel had joined as club girls, the men had thought they had died and gone to heaven.
Hell, that made me realize that my parents, along with Gunny and Julie, had been gone for over two years touring the States. Yeah, they'd been back, on and off, but they had been gone more than not. I just hoped they were having the time of their lives. Damned if Hogan and Sammi hadn't been gone that long as well on their journey overseas exploring medieval architecture.
Ava looked up as I walked in, smiled at me and asked, “You hungry?”
“I'm fucking starving, I'm so hungry I could eat a horse,” I growled.
“Well, it's not a horse, but I have a plate fixed for you in the microwave.”
I smiled and headed to the microwave. I wasn't looking forward to a microwave meal, but I wouldn't dare say that out loud. I knew what would happen if I did that. I'd be eating crow for a long time.
I opened the microwave and stared dumbstruck. Fuck, there was a plate of spaghetti and meatballs in there, and if I wasn't mistaken the sauce looked homemade.
“Turn it back on for about forty-five seconds and heat it up,” Clair said as I stood there stupidly looking at the food in front of me.
Fuck that, I didn't care if it was cold. I wanted food now. I grabbed the plate, got a fork out of a cup sitting on the counter and dug in. I groaned. It was fucking fantastic.
“It'd be better if it was heated up,” Clair commented to me as she brought me a couple pieces of garlic bread.
“Not possible. This shit is insanely good. If it got better, I couldn't stand it.”
She smiled at me as she laid the bread on my plate. I looked up and caught Ava watching us. She had a neutral look on her face. Mother fuck, was she that fucking insecure and if so, why? Or did she really think she couldn't trust me? I didn't know which it was, but I was going to find out.
No way a relationship between us could work if she couldn't trust me to be loyal to her. Clair saw where my gaze was and looked over at Ava, then glanced back at me.
She smiled sweetly at me and said, “I'm glad you like it,” then moved away from me, making a point to Ava that there wasn't anything going on.
Ava looked down and started dishing out the brownies to the men who were lining up for them. I sighed. Fuck, now I wasn't hungry at all, but I knew I needed to eat. I shook my head and headed to a table in the dining room. As Tater walked toward the Great Room, a brownie in each hand, I called out to him, “Hey, Brother, have one of the Prospects bring me a beer, would you?”
He nodded at me since his mouth was too fucking full to answer. Shit, we needed that gym built fast or we were all gonna be overweight motherfuckers if Clair kept cooking this way. I could see the grocery bill going up too, because if we were getting food this good, there would be no reason to go out and eat. It would be worth it though, to be able to eat like this every night would be fucking sweet.
Axel brought me in a beer and muttered, “That shit is good. I ate three damn plates of it. When is Hoss gonna be through with the gym so we can get some equipment in there? ‘Cause eating like I did tonight is gonna make me gain weight.”
To anyone listening to Axel comments and questions, they’d think Hoss was just another Brother, when in actual fact he was Streak and Axel’s dad. They’d always called him Hoss, just like I’d always done with Sarge.
“I hear you, Axe. Was just thinking the same thing myself,” I said as I shoved another forkful of the pasta into my mouth.
As I was looking mindlessly into the Great Room eating my meal, a small plate with a couple of brownies slid across the table. I glanced to my left thinking it was Ava, but instead it was Clair.
“May I?” she asked.
I nodded at her.
“I take it you two are in a relationship?”
I swallowed my food and washed it down with beer.
“Well, I thought so. But what the fuck do I know? I've already had this discussion with her earlier today when she found out I was interviewing club girls.
“She thought I was fucking each one of you to test you out. Kinda nice to think someone thinks I have that much stamina, but it fucking pisses me off that she apparently didn't listen to a god damn word I said to her and doesn't seem to trust me.”
“How long have you been together?” she inquired.
I barked out a laugh, “Since last night. Fuck, I just really officially met her yesterday. She came back into our lives yesterday evening. Most of us here had only ever seen her for a brief time years ago.”
“Ah, one of those,” she murmured.
I looked at her curiously. “What's that mean?” I asked.