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“That’s one heck of a philosophy.”
“Just dip the bread in the sauce,” Muffin said.
He cut a chunk for himself. Nova scooted herself closer to the pot of sauce. She and Muffin hung out, dipping bread into sauce and eating it. Nova had to admit, it felt like the most perfect meal ever. A few sips of whiskey with some homemade bread and sauce.
“Can’t tell me a thing about what’s happening out there?” Nova pushed again at Muffin.
“We find our own little chunks of time that matter,” Muffin said. “I look at it like a hurricane. No matter how big or intense, there’s always that spot where it’s calm. The eye, right?”
“You’re being philosophical again. But you’re also telling me to shut the fuck up.”
Muffin smiled. Nova dipped her bread into the sauce again. She respected what Muffin had to say. He was right. If you could find calm, even for a minute, you had to take it.
Nova knew in her heart it was always just seconds away from all hell breaking loose again.
Linc stood next to Slade.
“We don’t change a thing, brother,” Slade whispered. “Don’t want to spook anyone. This kind of thing can take a charter down. It’s like a cancer. Okay?”
“Someone right in front of us,” Linc whispered. “Right here. Someone I’m looking at.” He turned his head and looked at Slade. “Could even be you.”
“Or you,” Slade threw back.
Just like that—instant tension.
Linc gritted his teeth. He needed relief and distraction. The only thing that could achieve such a goal… Novaleigh.
He walked down the hallway, expecting to find Nova half naked in his bed, waiting for more of his tongue and cock. When he heard Nova’s laugh coming from the kitchen though…
“What the fuck?” Linc growled.
The kitchen had knives. Lots of them too. If Muffin was even as much as five feet away from Nova, Linc was going to cut his throat and drown him in some organic chicken broth. Linc stormed into the kitchen to find Nova sitting on a counter, dipping bread into blood-red spaghetti sauce.
“Linc,” Muffin said as he stood with his arms folded.
A total calm, non-sexual stance…
Nova looked at Linc and she jumped off the counter, tossed her last remaining bite of bread to Muffin, then ran from behind the counter and jumped into Linc’s arms. Feeling her body against his was better than any booze or drug in the world.
He felt Nova’s nails on her right hand dig into the back of his head. Linc stared at Muffin. Muffin gave a nod and a smile. It was in that moment—even for just a second—Linc felt a little guilty about the thoughts he had. Muffin was a good guy. A loyal friend. A loyal brother. A damn good cook. And if shit ever went bad, Muffin had a violent streak that maybe went a few steps past Priest.
“Linc, what is going on around here?” Nova whispered.
He held her tighter. “Listen, darling, I want to get the fuck out of here for a bit.”
Nova touched her feet to the floor and looked up at her outlaw. “Oh?”
“Your place,” Linc said. “Just you and me.”
“Does this mean I get to ride on the back of your motorcycle like when we were younger?”
Linc dropped his mouth down to Nova’s for a kiss. Her lips and tongue tasted like a basil and garlic. Linc curled his lip.
“Darling, I’ve got something bigger and better for you to ride when we get to your place.”
Chapter Twenty-Six
More Than a Mouthful
