Page 16 of Conan
I sympathetically pat him on the shoulder, Luna’s pregnancy hormones are out of whack. “So she’s baking?”
“She is,” he confirms.
“Do you have insurance, Kodiak?”
“I do. Why are you asking me that, Demi?” He’s suddenly on alert, his entire body stiff as a board.
This time, I’m the one who will make him look to the sky for patience and salvation when I tell him, “Let’s just say she’s a master at cooking, baking… not so much.”
“Fuck.” He hangs his head and I can mentally see him counting to ten. “You got this, Demi?”
“I got this, Kodiak. Go run your club and wrangle in those misfits you call brothers.”
He scurries away like the hounds of hell are nipping at his heels. I laugh and it turns into hysteria when I walk through to the kitchen and see Luna standing over the stove, eyes wide as saucers.
“What did you do?” I ask her, hands on my hips while biting my bottom lip.
“I think I caught the brandy on fire,” she says, tears leaking from her eyes.
“Why are you using liquor for cake, Luna?”
“I found a recipe I thought the guys would like,” she parries.
“Where’s the fire?” I ask, glancing around, not seeing one.
“In the oven, Demi. What should I do?”
“Put it out!” I shriek, running over and sure enough, the damn thing is ablaze. “Baking soda, get it for me, Luna.”
She finds it in a cabinet and pitches it to me. It hits me square in the chest, momentarily stealing my breath. Damn, she could’ve gone pro if she had a dick swinging between her legs. I yank open the oven door, slather the baking soda inside and keep it open. The fire detectors start going off as the kitchen bellows with smoke.
This is going to be fun to explain to the guys. Because I know, in a few short seconds, they’re going to come storming in.
CHAPTER
SEVEN
CONAN
“What the fuck is that noise?”I ask, cupping my ears as I leap from my seat and begin to rush toward the doors.
Glancing over my shoulder, I notice Kodiak’s head hung as he thumps his fingers on the table. He doesn’t look like a man who’s about to get up and go research the reason behind why there’s a piercing noise echoing throughout the clubhouse.
I stop moving long enough to ask, “Brother, are you coming?”
“Yeah, I’ll be there shortly,” he answers, waving his hand through the air.
“Kodiak, anything you’d like to share with the rest of us before we go charging in?” I continue, noticing that every man in attendance has stalled long enough to see what’s going on with their pres, and listen for what he has to tell us.
“Luna’s baking. According to your woman, she’s not great at that,” Kodiak tells us.
“What are you talking about? Luna’s a fantastic cook,” Hemi declares.
“Cook, yes,” Kodiak answers with a nod of his head. “Bake, not so much from what Demi shared with me. Let’s just say things catch on fire when she tries.”
“For fuck’s sake!” I yell, rushing out of the room, intent on keeping the clubhouse from going up in flames.
I get he doesn’t want to upset his woman more than she probably already is, but she’shiswoman not mine and he needs to be her emotional support because I’m going to be in fireman mode. And there are times I can get prickly when I’m in a rush, I can’t be cognizant of not hurting her feelings. All I’ll need from her is for her to get the hell out of the way.
