Page 53 of Trigger's Forever
I follow the pathway to the front door, which is wide open. I can hear Jett and Patch talking to Pebbles and her soft voice telling them where to set something down.
I knock hard enough on the wooden door frame to announce my arrival. Their eyes jump to mine, and Pebbles eyes lock on the brown bag in my arms.
“Oh my God! Please tell me that is a chicken club with a side of guacamole and blue corn chips.” I chuckle as she licks her lips, continuing to stare at the bag as I make my way to the counter and set it on the granite countertop.
“That is oddly specific, but luckily for you, I guessed correctly today.”
Pebbles wiggles her body as she jumps up on the stool at the counter like a toddler whose mom just gave them a piece of cake.
I watch in amazement as Pebbles devours her sandwich. Graceful is not a word I would use, but every moan and eye roll has my jeans getting a little tighter.
When she finishes one half of the club she looks at me with a smile and blushes. “Sorry,” she says as she chews, wiping her face against the napkin resting next to her tray. “I was really hungry. I didn’t eat this morning.”
Her comment makes my hackles rise. “Why didn’t you eat this morning?”
She blushes further, using a chip to push the guacamole around the tray. “I didn’t purposefully not eat. I was just really excited to come over here and start making a list of things I needed. By the time I looked at the clock, I didn’t want to eat because I knew you’d be bringing lunch soon.”
I take her crumbled up garbage and shove it in the empty bag. “I don’t care if I spend a hundred dollars on your lunch. If you are hungry, you need to eat.”
She nods her head and we both turn as a loud crash sounds from the entryway.
“What the fuck, man!” Jett yells and Lee cracks up laughing.
“If you fucking break this couch, Ghost will kill you.”
“Not just Ghost. I love that couch!” Pebbles calls to them, and all the guys whip their gazes at us.
I leave Pebbles to finish her lunch and head back to the living room to watch as the guys bring the rest of the sectional in.
I stand back and laugh as they argue back and forth about the easiest way to lock the pieces together.
“Ugh! You never send a man to do a woman’s job,” Pebbles huffs, pushing Jett and Wes out of the way. She gets down to her knees and I about rip her up off the floor, but before I can get to her, she already has half of the couch’s weight hovering in the air and dropping it in to lock with the other half.
I’m seething mad as she pushes off the floor and wipes dirt away from her knees. Looking up to me, she has the audacity to look sheepish as she shrugs her shoulders. “They were taking too long.”
“You’re pregnant with fucking twins, Red.” I can tell she doesn’t appreciate my tone of voice as she frowns. I clear my throat before continuing. “I bet Dr. Murphy would have a thing or two to say about you lifting a fucking couch.”
She rolls her eyes before turning to watch the guys lock the third piece. “I didn’t lift the whole thing. It was probably fifty pounds max.”
“You are infuriating, woman.”
“Like you said, Jamie, I’m pregnant. I’m not crippled.” She crosses her arms against her chest, nodding in satisfaction when they successfully get the entire couch locked in place.
“Where do you want it?” Jett asks.
I watch in amusement as she has them move it ten different times before settling with a placement.
“I’ll go grab your TV,” Jett says as the rest of the guys bring in box after box and take them to different rooms.
“What are all of these boxes? I didn’t pack anything,” Pebbles asks me, clearly confused.
“The girls packed up your whole apartment. They weren’t sure what you were going to want to keep, so Ghost told them to pack everything. We can get rid of whatever you don’t want.”
She nods. I follow behind her as she heads back to the kitchen.
She settles on the same stool as before, and I tap my knuckles against the smooth stone. “I ordered them pizza in thanks. I’ll leave you to it whenever it gets here.”
I watch as she crosses her arms, making herself appear smaller than she actually is. She clears her throat before bringing her whiskey brown eyes to mine. “I want to apologize for yesterday.”
