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“Are you okay?”

I nodded, but my cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

“Good.”

He stood up and walked towards the door and I followed him. I was curious to meet his family and club members. He took a different route and after going through a long hallway we reached a double swing door. I sniffed the air and it smelled like Irish lamb stew.

I grabbed Reaper's arm stopping him from walking any further.

“Did your mum make Irish stew?”

He looked down at me in surprise.

“Yeah,”

I sniffed again.

“Lamb?”

“You're so fucked up, Katiana.”

I was more shocked that he used my name. Whatever I had more important things to deal with. I shoved him out of my way and pushed the doors open. I ignored everyone on the benches and ran towards the woman near the massive silver pot.

I wrapped my arms around her plump waist.

“I love you, so much.”

She turned to look at me.

“I appreciate that but I'm married,” she said with a chuckle.

“I would still make a play for you Mrs Mac if you used fresh herbs shoulder lamb and loads of potatoes in the stew.”

She pulled my hands off her waist and turned to face me. She looked younger than Mac and not old enough to be Reaper’s birth mother. Perhaps she was his stepmother. She had beautiful light brown and grey hair. It was so thick and straight sitting perfectly on her shoulders. Her eyes were blue like Reaper’s.

“Leg of lamb.”

My mouth watered.

“Please, may I have seconds?”

“How about you have a first bowl?”

I nodded and peered into the pot as she used the massive ladle to dish me out

“Mum, keep her away from the pot she will guzzle it all down.”

I ignored him as he came up behind me. I sniffed the air again and looked at the tables.

“Mrs Mac, did you bake fresh bread?”

“It’s Angel, and yes I did.”

“Could you adopt me?” I asked her before looking at Reaper. “Ooh, you could be my ancient older brother.”

His eyes narrowed on me.

“I’m only twenty-nine.”

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