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“Okay, fine.” Marisol waved her hand in the air as if she were combatting the glare heading her way. “I was just thinking about how I’d like to meet this guy. That’s all.”
“He’s not your type,” she blatantly lied, crossing her fingers behind her back. Anyone with a pulse would want to climb him like a tree.
“I don’t have a type…not that it matters,” Marisol mumbled under her breath. “I’m so busy with classes and this place that I don’t have time for myself, much less another person. All I’m saying is that I’m curious. Not for me, but for you.”
“What?!” she squeaked, already shaking her head in denial.
Marisol tapped her nails against the chipped Formica counter, her gaze unwavering. “Nobody shakes you up—ever. This is good.”
“It’s not funny, ‘Sol!” Elena dropped her head down onto the register in front of her, hitting a button with her forehead.
Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.
“He probably thinks I’m an idiot,” she moaned in despair. She’d literally had to wipe drool from the corner of her mouth after they were introduced.
“Get ahold of yourself, woman.” Marisol tugged on her shoulder, pulling Elena away from the triggered key. “Nobody thinks you’re an idiot—”
“I do!” Ricky interrupted with a snicker as he came out of the kitchen. “Remember that time—”
“Not helping!” his sister yelled, pushing him right back through the swinging door he’d popped out of. She dusted off her hands as she turned around. “Don’t listen to that fool. If anyone’s an idiot, it’s him.”
Elena rolled her eyes. “Puh-leeze. Like I would ever listen to Ricky. He’s more than a few tacos short of a party platter.”
“Forget my dumbass brother. Tell me more about this afternoon,” Marisol paused and gave her a look, “other than the fact that your new boss’s son is hotter than fuck.”
“Well,” she drawled. “Taffy did fill me in on the deets about the Iron Seeds.”
“What?!” her friend screeched. “I can’t believe you didn’t start with that! What’d she say? Don’t leave anything out.”
“Calm your tits,” she said, holding her hands out to ward off some of Marisol’s excitement. Elena didn’t blame her for being this stoked about the news. Since their teens, the two of them had been trying to find out anything they could about the Iron Seeds. The older they got, the more intrigued they became.
While Marisol’s curiosity had been simple fascination, Elena was more than intrigued. Since the moment she’d realized it was possible, she’d fantasized about being shared.More than once.Even now she gravitated towards reading ménage romances if she could find them. It was one of her guiltiest pleasures.
“I’m calm,” Marisol waved a hand at her. “Now tell me everything.”
“It all started back before the civil war,” she began, stopping when her friend gave her a look. “What?”
“Are you fucking with me?”
“Do you want to hear the story or not?”
“Sorry. I’ll be quiet,” Marisol said pretending to zip her lips. “Not another peep outta me. Please continue.”
Elena cleared her throat and began to run through everything she could remember learning that day.
“I can’t remember exactly how long they’d thought he was dead, but it was long enough for his wife and brother to fall in love and make a baby.”
“Wowza.”
Marisol looked just as shocked as she had felt earlier.
“I know,” Elena agreed with a nod. Her fascination with the tale had only grown since her talk with Taffy. She had a million questions now that she’d had a chance to process it all. “It’s banana pants.”
“That is one hell of a story.” Marisol blew out a breath and shook her head. “Are all the members in the MC like that or…?”
“I’m guessing most of them are, but Taffy didn’t say.” Elena lifted one shoulder in a half-shrug.
“I’d assume so too,” Marisol agreed with a quick nod.
