Page 36 of Twisted Fate

“Tell me the truth. Did Skeet do that?”

“Evening, Luke. No, he didn’t,” I replied, continuing to place plates on the table.

“Then who did? Because Ty said you and Skeet were having it out at the shed.”

I hesitated as Jensen walked over, taking pity on me as usual.

I was getting pathetic.

“Luke, just leave it, okay? Sit and eat, we cooked that pasta dish you like.”

“I don’t want to eat dinner, I want to know what happened to our girlfriend. Sounds like you already know,” he argued as Jensen ran a hand over his face with frustration.

“Look man, you know how the crew works. She literally shot at Skeeter with Slash’s gun at the shed.”

Lukas glared at me with betrayal in his almond eyes.

“Thought you said Skeeter didn’t do that?”

I walked up to him, speaking gently to calm him before he could explode.

“He didn’t. Slash did because he didn’t want Skeeter to, even though it’s crew rules. Well actually, crew rules state that I should be messed up in a hospital bed. I’m lucky it was Slash, because next time won’t be so nice, so I’ve been told.”

He pulled me close with a sigh, burying his face in my neck and just breathing me in.

“Jesus babe. Where’s Skeet at then?”

“Shed. I need to sleep on it before I talk to him again,” I mumbled as he kissed the top of my head before he moved back a step.

Considering I couldn’t even stand close to someone a few months ago, I sure as shit loved being kissed and cuddled a lot now.

“Okay. Mom was asking about you.”

Ah, fuck.

I cringed. “Like, asking where my hoe ass is, or what?”

He rolled his eyes as we all sat around the table to eat.

“No, she wanted to know how it all works between us. Turns out, she’s a homophobe too, so that’s just great,” he said with frustration.

Jensen’s eyes flickered to him, but I gave Lukas an encouraging smile, wanting to soothe his pain.

“Give her time, remember? Besides, you and Jense have to figure shit out anyways. No point starting an argument with her until you know what’s going on.”

“I know,” he mumbled, stabbing a forkful of pasta and shoving it into his mouth to avoid talking any more.

We ate in silence until he spoke again after a while.

“If I asked you nicely to stay away from the shed and crew shit, would you listen to me?”

I’d been wondering when one of them would ask that.

I snorted. “No.”

He should know better.

“Yeah, didn’t think so,” he scoffed, accepting my hand as I reached for his, giving it a small squeeze.