Page 68 of Sinful

And that was worth saving.

ASHES

“You cooked?” Stitches looked from the macaroni and cheese to Sin.

Sin nodded. “Yeah. Sorry. I didn’t know if she’d eaten—”

“It’s homemade?” Stitches narrowed his eyes at Sin.

I looked at the food. It definitely looked homemade. It smelled otherworldly. My stomach gave a loud growl.

“Yeah.” Sin shifted awkwardly as he stood with us in the kitchen and rubbed the back of his neck before he looked to where Sirena was sitting on the couch watching some documentary Stitches had put on about Bigfoot being in Michigan.

I didn’t think it was a good idea for her to be watching that on TV since a lot of the stories from eyewitness accounts came from the area we were in. She didn’t need the stress of more bullshit. I hated the thought that crept into my head, however.

Maybe it’ll keep her out of the woods.

I wanted her to be safe. Peaceful sleeping had eluded me since everything happened. My fear of her sneaking out again kept me from completely going to bed. Even the slightest of noises jolted me up these days.

I’d told Sin and Stitches this very thing a few days ago when we’d smoked on the patio the night Sirena had to be sedated.

“I didn’t know you could cook.” Stitches grabbed a plate and piled the food onto it before he took a big bite. “Fuck. That’s good. What the fuck, man? Why didn’t you ever tell us? We’ve been tempting fate with Asher making dinner every damn night. I think I’ve eaten more burned meals than properly cooked ones.”

“Man, shut up,” I said to Stitches, rolling my eyes at him. “I’m not that bad.”

Stitches shrugged and took another bite. “Yeah, it’s not that bad. It’s not Sin’s macaroni good, though.”

I had to find out what he was raving about, so I got some and ate it, swearing softly after my third bite.

“See? It’s good, right?” Stitches asked around a mouthful of noodles and cheese.

“It is,” I agreed. “I like this.”

Sin gave us a small smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes before he looked back to Sirena on the couch.

“Should she be watching that?” he finally asked.

“I’m hoping it scares her enough to keep her out of the woods,” Stitches said unapologetically, voicing my exact thoughts. I was torn on it. He didn’t seem to be, in any case.

“Yeah, but it might trigger her too.” I looked in her direction to see if she was showing signs of another freakout. She appeared to be watching it without issue.

“Thanks for watching her tonight,” I said, focusing back on Sin, whose attention was still on her.

Stitches glanced at me with raised brows. I gave him a quick smile. Sin had it bad but didn’t realize it yet. Or maybe he did and knew he was backed into a tough corner that Church didn’t seem to have any desire to let him out of.

Me?

I could see the change in Sin. Seeing him broken and sad was hard, but I also saw his strength. I wanted him to come home. Having our lives return to normal would be a godsend. Knowing Stitches was more on my side than Church’s helped too.

“Sin?” I called out when he didn’t answer me.

“Huh?” He turned and looked at me.

“I said thanks for watching her tonight. How was everything?”

“It was fine.”

Stitches and I exchanged another look.

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