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“True.”
“I’m Road.”
“Dinah.”
He held out his hand and she put hers in his.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Dinah.”
“I am not going to say likewise.” She offered him a smile. “I’ll show you the way to the kitchen.”
“You’re really going to make me do this?” he asked.
“I’m not going to make you do anything you don’t want to do. This is all up to you.” She went to the fridge and grabbed herself a bottle of water. “You offered, I accepted, now tell me, Road of the Evil Fallen Bratva MC, are you going to keep your word?” she asked, taking a seat.
For several seconds he stared at her, and she truly thought he was going to back out, but then he clapped his hands, removed his leather cut, placed it on a chair, and headed to thefridge.
“By all means, help yourself to whatever you like,” she said.
He turned to her and she offered him a smile.
She watched as he looked in her fridge, which was fully stocked, as she had already taken care of that. Angela Evans had taught her a great deal. To have great hair care and skin, to always be polite, offer a smile, and never run out of food in the fridge. You could have a bad day, but it would get a lot worse if you can’t even make a decent meal at the end of the day. She missed her mother so much.
It was moments like these when her absence stung the most. When she was prepared to think of her mother, they were easier because she had opened that door and allowed the memories to swarm inside her head. Any other time, she struggled to get her shit together.
Road did surprise her by grabbing a chicken breast, along with a sweet potato. There was onion and garlic, and she smiled as he rummaged through her cupboards.
“Please tell me you have coconut milk?”
“I do.”
She was curious.
He looked at her and she pointed to where he needed to go.
With a snap of his fingers, he had the coconut milk, broth, and he went back to the fridge, to find her open jar of Thai red curry paste.
She was impressed.
Maybe, just maybe, Road had it in him to surprise her.
****
Before the scars, Road knew there were many ways to impress a woman. One of those ways was by cooking for her. Helearned the culinary art long before he learned seduction, and he loved to do both.
With Faith at the clubhouse and takeout joints willing to deliver, he didn’t need to cook. He hadn’t cooked for a woman in a very long time. Since before he got the scars. For Dinah, he was breaking that fast, and it felt … odd.
This was not a big elaborate meal, but she looked so exhausted, and he didn’t like that, so a nice Thai chicken and sweet-potato soup was just what Road ordered. It also didn’t take too long to cook.
“So, with what you told me, I take it you followed in your mother’s footsteps to become a hairdresser,” he said, trying to make conversation as he chopped up cilantro and prepared the lime.
“I did,” she said, taking a sip of her water.
“Was it something you always wanted to do?” he asked.
“I … no, don’t get me wrong, I love hairdressing and I still love it now, I really do, but, uh, I actually wanted to become a makeup artist,” Dinah said.
“You did? I thought that was the path your mother was taking.”
