Page 103 of Hostile Saint

To my right was the open kitchen. There were four women putting away food and doing dishes. One waved when she saw me. “Are you Saint?”

“Yeah. How’s it going?”

“Hey!” said a very pretty brunette with big green eyes. She was the one Dagger had been with. The one who had cleaned my sheets.

“Hey, Jewel, nice to see you again.” I was sure my cheeks were on fire, thinking of what I did to those sheets.

“Hungry?” she asked, “Georgia saved a plate for you.”

“Starving. Thanks.”

I headed around the island and into the kitchen, but Jewel demanded, “Go. Sit. Relax. We love taking care of you guys.”

“Oh. Okay.” As I sat on a stool, I tried to think back to the last time my mom had taken the time to make me a meal. Since I couldn’t recall, I thought of the scruffy bikers, standing in the rental’s kitchen, and instantly knew I would always miss that place.

As Jewel uncovered a plate housing a gigantic hoagie, she set it in front of me. “Here ya go. Sorry, you missed breakfast.”

“I did? Damn, how long did I sleep?”

She looked at her watch. “It’s two.” She pointed to my plate. “Is a sandwich okay? Need me to make you something else?”

I was already grabbing half of it. “Hell no. This is perfect. Thank you so much.”

Another girl came to my other side and laid a napkin and silverware next to me. “You are the cutest thing! I’m not used to manners around here.” Afterward, she laid a hand on my shoulder and proceeded to move that hand on my back. I tried not to cringe, to not hurt her feelings, but I think I still did. It simply felt awkward to be touched by those I didn’t know.

Georgia came from the laundry room, quickly eyeing the girl next to me while saying, “Afternoon, Saint.”

“Hey. Afternoon. I guess I slept in a little bit.”

“Not a problem. You got in super late.”

Jewel set a couple of bottles in front of me. “Here’s your herbs.”

The girl touching me purred, “Need me to get you some water?”

Her hand lingering on me was now making me even more uncomfortable. I was sure she was just trying to be nice, but I wanted her to stop.

Jewel suddenly clipped, “Benz, the water is in the fridge. Not under his clothing.”

My jaw dropped, clueless to her meaning. Why would she want under my clothing?

Georgia gave Jewel a look-over, then smirked.

Benz? Her upper lip curled in a displeased manner. “Who put you in charge of the new meat?”

New meat? I lifted the upper piece of bread on my sandwich to examine the meat, thankful to not find it old.

“I did,” barked Georgia. “Now, scram and do some laundry before I kick your twirkin’ ass to the curb.”

After a huff, Benz left my side and went to the laundry room behind the kitchen.

“Sorry,” whispered Jewel to Georgia. “He clearly doesn’t want her—” Jewel gazed at me and said, “—attentions.”

Georgia claimed, “You clearly have a brain. Watch over him when the boys aren’t around.” She walked toward the laundry room. “I have some ‘clothes’ to ‘iron’ out.”

Another girl, who I had forgotten was even in the kitchen, set a glass of water in front of me. “Do you know if Lynx has an Old Lady? He’s gorgeous.”

I was starting to suspect I had misunderstood the meaning of ‘meat’ by the way this girl was practically drooling on the kitchen island.