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Born Savage

Page 49

by Samantha Montague

“Of course, darlin’. You can have anything you want,” he whispers against my ear in the voice that makes my insides turn to jelly and I feel my cheeks flush as he turns away, reaching for two coffee mugs.

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A quarter of my huge cinnamon roll still sits on my small plate as I sip what’s left of my coffee. They were as delicious as they looked, but also incredibly filling. I can’t believe James polished off two of them.

“You done, baby?” he questions softly.

“Yeah. It was so good, but I just can’t take another bite,” I smile back, lightly patting my now full stomach.

I watch as he pinches it between his fingers and pops the last little bit into his mouth, chewing and swallowing it quickly.

“How about we take a little walk out to the garage so I can pull out that spare bike and make sure she’s running smoothly? Then we can go for a ride and I’ll show you the sights,” James offers.

“You go on ahead to check on the bike. I’d like to sit here for another minute and finish my coffee,” I tell him.

“You sure?” he asks, his brows pinching.

“Positive. I’ll find you when I’m done,” I assure him.

“Okay, I’ll see you in a few,” he says before leaning down and covering my lips with his.

After James steps out of the room, I finally take a minute to check my phone and find a new text from Roxy.

*You little sneak. I can’t believe you ran off with him without telling me. And I really can’t believe that Ray let you. You better give me all the gossip when you get back home. Xo

Hearing a noise, I lift my gaze just in time to see Carrie step back into the room. I offer her a smile before lifting my mug and taking another small sip. She immediately goes to work, adding a few plates to the dishwasher before starting a cycle.

“I’m happy to help, if you need me to do anything,” I offer.

“That’s nice of you to offer, darlin’, but you’re a guest in this house. Just relax and enjoy your coffee,” she instructs with a smile.

“How long have you been taking care of this crew?” I ask.

“Well, I’ve been around them since I was about seventeen,” she offers setting her dishrag down on the counter and leaning on her elbows. “But the real work didn’t start until I was closer to your age. That was when E. finally made an honest woman of me,” she laughs and I can’t help but giggle.

“So, you’ve known James a long time,” I state, hoping she’ll offer more.

“Since he was just a baby,” she answers. “Can’t say I’ve ever seen him like this though.”

“Like what?” I question.

“In love, sweetheart,” she offers and I feel my chest flutter as heat starts to rise in my cheeks.

“He hasn’t told you yet, has he?” she asks and I shake my head, still too shocked to find words.

“Trust me, he does. I’ve seen a few of these boys fall. More often than not, it takes them a minute to realize it themselves. But he’ll tell you,” she says.

“Believe it or not, I met your dad and some of the Vegas boys years ago at a rally. I think you were probably just a tiny little thing back then though. And I have to say, I’m glad to see that you’ve grown up into such a well-adjusted young woman. I know this life can be hard, especially for the women who live in it and around it,” she acknowledges a fact that most just ignore.

“Thank you. It definitely wasn’t the easiest way to grow up, but it’s all I know. But now, being with James, it feels more comfortable,” I share.

“Hopefully you can say the same for the rest of this crew after tonight. Everyone was so happy to hear that Shark was making a trip home that they planned a little barbecue for later today. I think the ladies are hoping to keep it tame, but you know how much these guys love their parties,” she smiles and I can’t help but release a short laugh.

I swallow my last sip of coffee and Carrie instantly reaches out her hand. “Let me take that for you,” she offers.

“Thank you,” I reply, standing from my seat. “I think I’ll go see if I can find James out in the garage.”

“Have fun, sweetheart. I’m sure I’ll see you later,” Carrie offers as I make my way back out of the kitchen. She’s definitely a mother hen. It’s easy to see why James made the comparison between her and Trish.