Page 10 of Savage Brothers MC: Tennessee Chapter

“Time for a picnic,” he says as he sits down on the blanket and pulls me down to join him.

“We couldn’t picnic at the park?”I ask, thinking that might have been safer.It might be hard to resist Logan out here… alone with him… his eyes sparkling in the mid-day sun… with him smelling like a freaking god of sex and leather.

“This is prettier,” he says, and I can’t deny that at all.He reaches behind him and picks up the paper sack he placed on the ground earlier, as he spread the blanket.He takes out a peach Nehi soda for me with a grin.During one of our conversations I let it slip that it was my favorite drink ever and he laughed at me, but it’s clear he took notes and that thought makes my heart feel…full.Then he takes out a can of beer—which he proclaimed was his favorite drink ever during the same conversation.I curl up my nose and he laughs.

“That crap still tastes like warm piss,” I tell him—exactly like I did before.

“Angel, have you ever drank a bottle of piss?”he asks, still laughing at me.

“No, but if I did, it would tasteexactlylike that.You can just tell.”

“You can?”

“It’s the smell.It smells like piss that’s been sitting in a toilet for hours without being flushed.”

“Maybe we should change the subject.It’s going to make it hard to get romantic with you if we don’t,” he says, taking out a couple of sandwiches.

“You shouldn’t be trying to get romantic with me, Logan.”

“You can’t deny there’s something between us, Angel.”

“There’s a pull between us, I’ll admit that.”

“It’s something we should investigate,” he says plainly, his dark gaze boring into mine.

“It’s something I’m not free to investigate,” I tell him, and it’s the truth—even if it’s not for the reasons he believes.

“Not yet,” he responds and in a way he could be right, so I don’t say anything further.

Maybe because I’m hoping he’s right.

Chapter6

Devil

She’s gottenquiet and I’ve probably pushed too far, too soon.I’m not used to reining myself in around a woman.Time to try and lighten the mood.The last thing I need is for her to take off running.

“I slaved over this lunch all morning, I hope you like it,” I joke, taking the sandwiches out of the plastic zipped bags.

“You made these yourself?”she asks, an eyebrow cocked, showing her disbelief.

“I sure did, with my own little hands,” I tell her with a wink.

“There’s nothing little about you, Logan.”

“Glad you noticed.Now dig in.”

She looks at the sandwich and then back at me.She picks it up and brings it to her nose, smelling it.

“Peanut butter and jelly?”Her voice is a mixture of laughter and disbelief.Her eyes almost sparkle when she looks up at me.“You spent all morning making peanut butter and jelly?”

“Hey, it’s a lot of work putting enough peanut butter on one side and getting the ratio to jelly correct on the other side,” I defend.

“You do realize they sell it already combined in a jar, right?”

“No shit?”

She studies my face and must realize that I’m completely serious because she cackles with laughter so hard she snorts—which only makes her laugh harder.

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