Page 17 of My Dream

Adalee pumped her fist in the air. “It was six, but I’m glad you went with eight!”

Fallon grinned and clapped her hands together. “Can I help you bake? Or at least watch you?”

Adalee nodded, her smile never faltering. “Yup. The girls and I have been waiting for you to get home. Grab the butter, and let’s get to baking.” With that, she disappeared back inside the clubhouse.

“Found the butter!” Smoke called and held up a bag triumphantly.

I nodded toward Fallon. “You better get that to Adalee so you can get to work.”

“You guys don’t want help?” she asked as she looked between me and the other guys like she was torn.

I shook my head. “We can get it inside. You girls can put it away.”

She grabbed the bag from Smoke and grinned. “Sounds like a plan to me.” She turned on her heel and headed into the clubhouse.

“You don’t think another set of hands would’ve helped us?” Pirate grumbled and shifted a bag of canned goods in his hands.

I shot him a glare. “You guys can handle it.”

“You’re not helping?” Cue Ball asked and raised a brow as he hoisted up a case of beer.

I shook my head and started toward the garage construction without looking back. “I think you guys got it covered. I spent an hour picking out the shit; you can take five minutes to haul it to the kitchen.”

“Anyone else thinks he sounds like Yarder?” Smoke complained as I walked away.

Aero chuckled. “Heisthe VP, brother.”

The sounds of their voices faded as I headed toward the garage. The half-built structure loomed ahead, and I stuffed my hands into my pockets as I approached.

I’d spent the whole morning with Fallon—shopping, hauling, talking. I just needed a break from, well,everything.

At least I had a few days before Fallon and I were going to have to put on a show.

And then there was finding Russ and dealing with Boone and Gibbs.

Yeah, this was probably going to be the only break I was going to get for a few weeks.

I was damn sure going to take it.

Chapter Seven

Fallon

No one was talking.

The club and girlsalwaystalked.

And now they weren’t.

“They’re not saying anything,” I whispered to Adalee and tried to keep my voice low.

“Just wait for it,” she replied. Her tone was far too calm for my liking.

“I don’t think silence is good.” My stomach twisted as I glanced at Yarder, who was working on his slice of cake. I never should’ve suggested to Adalee that we add espresso to the buttercream. What if everyone thought it was disgusting and they just didn’t have the heart to tell us?

Yarder looked up then and met Adalee’s and my gaze. Poppy leaned into him and rested her head on his shoulder.

Yup. They hated it. I was sure of it.

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