Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 43594 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43594 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
Eden missed that chance to get to know them, but it was something she and Maeve were conscious of and tried not to fall into the same trap. Money made life easier, but it didn’t make anyone happy. Work could be enjoyable and fulfilling, but it wasn’t the end-all of life. Balance was the key. Taking time. Living life.
Grabbing her cart, she made her way into the grocery store and started to gather ingredients. First, she went to the produce aisle, because whatever she could get there would then determine what went with it. She was a sucker for fresh vegetables, and with spring already taking a grip on town, the produce section was loaded with amazing products.
Fresh peppers were a must. She spotted some eggplant and zucchini, which she wasn’t a massive fan of, but in small quantities she enjoyed them. They all looked amazing, and she knew some stir-fry was in her future.
Once she had loaded up on vegetables, herbs, and salad ingredients, it was then off to the meat section. She loaded up on chicken, though she was a lot more reserved with the beef and pork. There was no way she was cooking lamb, as she was not a big fan of it.
Next, she looked at the fresh fish but then decided to check the frozen section. She was not a woman who liked to prepare whole fillets of fish. She liked that work done for her, and the bagged stuff was just as easy to deal with.
Once that was done, she went to the baking section, because she was out of chocolate chips. It was there that she gasped and spun around.
“Those better be for your brownies,” Razor said.
She looked at him and was shocked. He’d grown a beard and looked a little rough around the edges. She didn’t know why, but she threw her arms around his neck, then pulled back.
“I had no idea you’d returned home,” she said, and then felt a little awkward hugging him.
They were just seeing each other. Holding hands, kissing, and hugging were supposed to be built up.
“I got in an hour ago. I had to talk to Doc and the rest of the guys, but I came as soon as I could.”
“How did you know I was at the grocery store?” she asked with a frown.
“Texted your sister.”
“You have my sister’s number?”
“She insisted I have it now that I’ve shown an interest in you.”
Eden frowned. “How is that possible, when I’ve not really told my sister that we’re ... seeing each other?”
The truth was, she didn’t know how to label it. She also didn’t want to put that much emphasis on a label, so she had just kept it to herself. It was a first for her as she usually told her sister everything.
“I asked your sister,” Razor said.
“What?”
“I asked her if she had a problem with me ... getting to know you. Dating you.”
“I had no idea. What did she say?”
“Oh, she told me if I hurt you the same way Mac had done, she was going to cut my balls off, and then, while she was at it, she was going to do the exact same thing to every single guy at the club.”
Eden’s mouth dropped open. “You’re kidding?”
“Nope, not even a little bit, and I have a feeling your sister was being serious.”
“She was.”
She wouldn’t put it past Maeve to take a knife to any of the guys for hurting her.
“I can’t believe you asked her.”
He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pressed a kiss to her temple. “It’s all good, babe. So, what do we have here, and what do we have cooking?”
She held up chocolate chips. “Brownies.”
“Woman, I would crawl over broken glass to eat your brownies.”
This made her smile.
Razor didn’t let her go, he put his hand on her waist as she finished the shopping. She noticed they were getting strange looks, but she didn’t care about that. People would judge, she was used to it.
She and Maeve had been judged for not crying enough at their parents’ funerals. She had even caught the gossip claiming they had done it. She was not the confrontational type. Maeve was, and she went off the deep end and brought those rumors to an abrupt stop. Maeve didn’t like people talking bad shit about her, and she couldn’t blame her.
At the counter, Razor surprised her by helping her pack the bags as well. He was a gentleman, and as they made their way outside, she spotted his bike parked next to her car.
“I’ll follow you home.”
She was not going to complain. Even though they had talked every night, she hadn’t realized how much she had missed him. This was a whole new feeling for her.
****
Club business had dragged on longer than Razor had wanted it to. There had been some mix-up at one of their bases where they transported the drugs. The updates had been hazy, and the details vague, and Doc hadn’t liked it.