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Yeah, I had a feeling it was more than just him being the cook.

“How about I teach you how to make them instead?”

“Nah, I don’t have the patience for baking. I could pay you to make them, though,” he said with a hopeful glint in his eyes.

“You don’t even know if they’re any good.”

“You bake without a recipe. If they weren’t good, you wouldn’t keep making them.”

“You might have a point there.”

Hash and I spent the next hour talking and getting breakfast ready, as everyone slowly made their way downstairs. Once breakfast was cleaned up, I helped the girls with the final touches needed to have a wonderful Thanksgiving meal.

The day would have been enjoyable, had it not been for the sheriff.

Chapter Nine

Declan

Why was she still here? Her car was fixed days ago; she should have left. She couldn’t stay, even if I wanted her to.

Entering the clubhouse, I walked over to the bar for a drink while the women and prospects finished getting everything ready.

“That’s her truck, man. She bought it the day King took her to see the house,” Zero said.

“Why the hell does she need a truck that big?” Winchester asked.

“Something about hauling materials to the house.”

“What the fuck are you two bitching about?” I snarked.

“You see that big Ford outside?”

“The 350? Yea, so?”

“Maureen bought it,” Zero replied.

“What the fuck for?” I asked, though I had a suspicion.

“Said her Mustang doesn’t like the snow, and she needed something to get around in.”

“I thought she was fucking leaving,” I muttered, stomping down to my brother’s office.

I found him sitting behind his desk, having a drink with Cash, his VP.

“I thought she was fucking leaving after the holidays. Why is she buying a big ass truck she can’t drive?”

“Happy Thanksgiving to you, Sheriff,” Cash mocked.

I glared at my brother. “Well?”

“Well what? She decided to stay. She bought a house she was planning on renovating before she got here. She thought about leaving, given everything, but after she walked through the house, she decided to stay.” My brother grinned.

Fucking grinned.

He sat behind his desk with a smug ass grin because he didn’t know what having her here would mean. He had no fucking idea what secrets were going to come out if she stayed.

“She can’t stay.”

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