Free Finding Out (novella) by Lila Rose Page A

take care of you again tonight.” He smiled over his shoulder.
    I clapped and uttered, “Yippee.” Shaking his head, he laughed before he disappeared.
    I walked around my desk and slumped down in my chair, sighing, but smiling. I really could not believe that just happened.
    Oh. My. I had awesome, wonderful sex in front of Stoke and I liked it, a lot...not as much as I loved my alone time with Fox, but still, at least I discovered a new turn on for me.
    After I tidied up, I walked back out to the front of my café and found Griz sitting in the corner booth so he was facing the whole store. As I made my way to the counter, I smiled and waved at him. He sent me a chin lift. I gestured with my hand up to my mouth, sipping an invisible coffee, and then with my other hand I pretended I was munching on something. I could see his chest moving; he was chuckling at me. He gave me a wink and I took that as a yes, so I went ahead and got him some lunch.
    I was getting the hang of being a biker’s woman. Now all I had to do was work out what the grunts and some of the chin lifts meant and I’d be set—because let’s face it, those men communicated in their own secret way with chin lifts.
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    S aturday morning, I’d woken late and now I was running around like a mad woman or like a chicken with its head cut off. All this while Fox calmly sat at the kitchen table with his feet up on another chair sipping his coffee with an amused smile upon his lips.
    “Cupcake, calm the fuck down. We have three damn hours,” he said as I was going through my kitchen drawers looking for some extra bobby pins. I turned my head to glare at him and saw Trixie wander in, trot over to Fox and lay at his feet. He put his feet on the ground and bent to give her some attention.
    I shook my head and went back to the dilemma. “Fox!” I screeched. “Three hours isn’t going to be enough. I still have to shower, dress, and put makeup on; have breakfast because God only knows why my stupid cousin would have a wedding right at lunch time.” I turned fully to Fox with my hands on my hips. “I mean, who does that, handsome? A wedding right at lunchtime. She knows people will be starving. Why would she do that? Does she want everyone cranky?” I threw my hands up in the air. “She probably does, which means we need to feed you up before we go. I can’t have you getting cranky, even though you’ll get cranky having to be around my family, but I mean even crank ier . You’ll end up killing everyone and then we’d have to go on the run...after we come back and pack and get Trixie—hmmm, maybe we should pack before we go? No, no, no, I’ll just feed you up real good and calm your beast.” I turned to the pantry. “Now what do you want to eat? Steak, bacon, stir-fry?”
    “Cupcake?” Fox said, his voice had me looking over my shoulder to him straight away. Yes, he was laughing his arse off. “Before you have a panic attack, go and start to get ready, I’ll make us something for breakfast and I’m sure as fuck ain’t having steak or stir-fuckin’-fry for breakfast.” He stood, came at me and pried my hands away from the cupboard doors. “Move your arse, woman, or I’ll smack it.”
    I bit my fingernail and pondered the smacking. Would we have time? That was the question.
    “Christ, woman, you keep looking at me like that, we won’t make it to the fuckin’ wedding. Get your arse in the shower before I change my mind about even attending your dipshit cousin’s wedding.”
    He was serious. I could tell. Kissing him quickly, I jogged from the kitchen. Usually Trixie would be at my heels, but she stayed with her new master. I couldn’t blame her. He certainly was my master in bed.
    “Don’t forget to feed your beast, we need to tame him,” I yelled down the hall. I knew I couldn’t get an answer so I went for my shower.
    I showered and dressed in a long, shoestring strapped, black dress. I was just applying the final touches to my