Page 10 of Pedal to the Metal
Chapter Eight
Savannah
I’m not payingany attention as I walk through the kitchen. I just keep going over what just happened with Raze. How infuriating he is. He just played me, making me think he was going to kiss me— only to order me to go to bed. I’ve never been one to take to be ordered around well. The only person who has ever been able to get away with it is my Pops.
“What’s got you all twisted up?” Tink asks. I look toward her, and she and Riv are giving me questioning looks. I shake my head not wanting to talk about it. I don’t even understand what’s going on between Raze and I. I know there’s some kind of spark, but I’m sure it’s just a physical attraction.
“It has something to do with Raze. Doesn’t it?” Rivet digs.
“Yes. No. I don’t know!” I say flustered.
“I knew something would happen the next time you saw him. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of you except for when he was fighting. Even then, I’m sure he found a way to sneak a peek at you,” Rivet says, and Tink’s eyes go wide.
“The next time you saw him? I thought y’all had been avoiding seeing anyone from the club?” Tink questions us. Rivet grins, knowing I’m going to have to talk now.
“We were avoiding them. He came into JJ’s the other day. He didn’t know who I was and I didn’t tell him. We didn’t even really talk. He had a coffee, said a couple things, then left,” I explain to her.
Rivet scoffs. “He couldn’t keep his eyes off her then either!” she exclaims. “Looking at her like she would be his next meal. I’m surprised he didn’t take her right there on the counter.” She laughs, making Tink laugh too. I just shake my head at them.
“Just be careful,” Tink warns me. Like I don’t know how the brothers are. They all swear up and down that they’ll never settle down. Not that I’m ready to settle down right now, but I don’t want some meaningless fling either.
“Don’t worry, T. I’ll be keeping my distance. I’m not interested in him anyway,” I lie. Rivet rolls her eyes and I just ignore her. It’s late and the activities of the day are catching up with me. “I’m gonna head to bed,” I say to both of them with a yawn. The sliding door in the kitchen starts to open, signaling that the guys are headed inside.
“Yeah, me too,” Rivet says standing up. We walk down the hall to our rooms and I hear Tink talking to Raze and Saint.
“One of you can sleep on the couch. The other can sleep in the recliner or on the floor. Y’all decide. Blankets are in the closet,” she says to them as I close my door. I quickly change into my pajamas and lay down. I’m out before my head even hits the pillow.
The next morning, I wake up and smell bacon. I stretch out before climbing out of bed. Throwing on some sweats, I slowly make my way toward the kitchen. Saint is still passed out on the couch and Raze is nowhere to be seen. Some dishes clatter in the kitchen and turn the corner to go in. Raze stands at the stove. He’s got bacon, eggs, and pancakes all cooking at once. Who knew the big bad biker could cook? I stand in the doorway and watch him for a beat. He must sense me watching him because it doesn’t take long for him to turn and see me standing there. The corner of his mouth slightly lifts up.
“Good morning, Kitty. You hungry?” he asks before flipping the pancakes. My stomach lets out a loud growl before I get a chance to respond and Raze laughs. “I’ll take that as a yes,” he says, grabbing a plate from the stack he has on the counter. He puts some food on it, and then hands it to me. “Butter and syrup are on the table.”
“Thanks. This looks fantastic,” I say to him. I sit down at the table and look at the clock on the microwave. It’s only nine o’clock. By the time I eat and get ready for the day, Pops should be up and around at the clubhouse.
Most of the brothers are sleeping until at least ten, if not later on the weekends. Pops gets up around eight, but he’ll sit in his office drinking coffee until ten. I’m not sure what else he does during that time. I’ve never bothered to ask. I butter my pancakes and drench them in syrup. Then I notice there’s coffee and get up to make myself a cup.
“Would you like some coffee with your creamer?” Raze asks as he watches me pour creamer in my coffee.
“You can keep your bean water. I like some flavor in mine,” I say to him with sass. He lets out a light laugh. Saint stumbles to the door of the kitchen. He looks half asleep still.
“Please tell me there’s coffee,” he whines. I laugh and sit back down. I take a bite of the pancakes and moan. Holy shit these are good. Then I remember we don’t have any pancake mix.
“How did you make these? We don’t have any pancake mix,” I say to Raze. He still has his back facing me.
“I made them from scratch.” he responds. I groan. A man that can cook. Can he get any sexier?
“Is everything alright?” he asks. This time he’s looking at me. I look at him surprised.
“Yeah, everything’s great. Everything tastes amazing,” I tell him and he turns back to the stove. So, that’s how today is going to go then. I finish eating and head back to my room to get ready.
I take a quick shower and throw on some shorts and a tank top. This Texas heat can be brutal. I head out to the living room to find Raze to let him know I’m ready. When I don’t see him in the living room, I look in the kitchen and see him standing on the back deck. He has his back to me but I can see he’s on the phone. Saint is out there with him. I turn around and am about to go sit on the couch when I hear him walk back inside.
“Hey, Kitty. Change of plans,” he starts. “Prez wants me to take you straight to see Jager. Then we can go to the clubhouse.”
“Wait, what??” I ask confused. I was hoping to see Pops before having to go see Jager. I wonder what changed.
“Jager isn’t doing good. Your Pops wants to make sure you spend some time with him in case something was to happen,” he tells me. I slowly nod my head— that explains it. I grab my keys as he starts for the door.
“Why don’t you ride with me?” Raze asks. I shake my head.
