Page 66 of Sinners MC: A MC Anthology

“Damn right.”

She turned on the sofa to watch Jason walk over to the counter. She bit back a giggle when she saw the famous mauve box from the bakery around the corner. There was no way she would call him out on it, though. A man’s pride was delicate.

“It’s good stuff,” he agreed, carrying over two plates and setting them down. “You want a beer? Rum, whiskey? I think I have wine somewhere. I have no idea why I would have wine, but I believe it’s red.”

Casey laughed. “Which do you think goes better with chocolate?”

“I think beer goes with everything.”

“Beer it is.”

“My kind of girl.” He grabbed two bottles from the fridge. She watched him twist off the caps and then toss them on the coffee table. He sat beside her before clinking the neck of his bottle to hers. “Cheers.”

“Cheers.”

His eyes were locked on her lips as she took a sip. Then he chuckled as she hummed around a bite of cake.

“What?” Now she was feeling self-conscious.

“You’re killing me.”

“How’s that?”

He laughed. “Never mind.”

“That’s unfair.”

“I know.” He rolled his neck, revealed another tattoo leading to his shoulder. “Okay. I’m going to confess something.”

“What’s that?”

“I bought the cake.”

She gasped and then laughed with him.

“You knew, huh?” he asked.

“It’s really good. Has that bakery touch.”

“Yeah. Well, I’m glad you like it, anyway. I’m not good with desserts. Sorry.”

“If it makes you feel any better, Jason, the only cooking I do is in the microwave.”

Eyes on hers, Jason set down his plate and took her left hand in both of his. “Marry me.”

His acute attention on her, his lighthearted humor, and the beer made her relax. “What would you do if I said yes? That’s a legally binding contract, isn’t it?”

“Road trip to Vegas?”

Casey laughed. “You’re crazy.”

“Not the first time I’ve heard that.” He brought her hand to his lips and kissed the back of it. “Another beer?”

“Sure.”

Casey turned to watch him walk to the fridge and flushed when he looked over his shoulder at her, catching her in the act.

“How much do I owe you for that box of condoms?”

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