Page 38 of Siren's Salvation

"You two lovebirds decide what's for lunch?" he calls out.

I flip him off without breaking stride. "Fuck you, man."

His laughter follows us into the kitchen.

Siren hops up on the counter, swinging her legs as I rummage through the fridge.

"How about grilled cheese?" I ask, holding up a package of cheddar.

She wrinkles her nose. "Pass. I wantrealfood."

I close the fridge and lean against it, crossing my arms. "Grilled cheese is real food."

"It's what you feed children when you're too lazy to cook."

"Hey now, don't go insulting my culinary skills."

Siren snorts. "What skills? I've yet to see any evidence you can actually cook."

I clutch my chest in mock offense. "You wound me, darlin'. I'll have you know I make a mean bowl of cereal."

She laughs, the sound wrapping around me like a comforting hug.

Christ, I'm in trouble here.

"Tell you what," I say, pushing off the fridge. "How about we go grab some real food in town? My treat."

Siren's eyes light up. "Now you're talking. But I'm driving."

I groan. "C'mon, I've seen how you drive. I'd like to make it to lunch in one piece."

She hops down from the counter, poking me in the chest. "My driving is impeccable, thank you very much. You're just jealous because I can handle these curves and winding roads better than you."

I catch her hand, pulling her close. "Oh sweetheart, I think you know damn well how good I am at handling curves."

Her breath hitches as I trail my fingers along her side, skimming the swell of her hip.

For a moment, the air between us crackles with electricity.

Then she dances out of my grip with a teasing smile. "Maybe later, hotshot. Right now, I want food."

I chuckle, shaking my head as I follow her out.

Damn woman's gonna be the death of me.

We hop into one of the club trucks.

Siren gets behind the wheel and I sit beside her in the passenger seat.

Sitting beside her, I can't help but think how right this feels, her sitting beside me as we head out to get a bite.

I shouldn’t be letting myself get used to this.

But fuck it.

I don’t have much time left here, so I might as well enjoy every goddamn second.

We pull into a small diner on the outskirts of town.

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