Page 1 of Ride the Wind (Devil's Knights 2nd Generation 8)

Chapter One

Reese

“We’re going out tonight.”

I looked up from the half-decorated cake in front of me. “We are?” I tipped my head to the side and pushed my glasses up my nose. “It’s Wednesday.”

Kerry leaned against the stainless-steel counter and folded her arms over her chest. “Yes, we are, and I am going to ignore how you sounded like a hundred-year-old woman who lives with seven cats and is in bed by six. It doesn’t matter that it is Wednesday. We are young and going out for a night of fun.”

I scoffed and grabbed a piping bag filled with green buttercream. “I don’t think twenty-nine is young, Kerry.” I pipped green leaves around the pale pink rose and trailed a large fern toward the edge of the cake.

“But you aren’t dead, Reese. You’re closer to twenty-one than you are sixty, girlfriend. We’re going out tonight, and you are not going to weasel your way out of it.”

“Kerry,” I groaned. “I don’t want to go out. How about you come over to my place? I’ll order from that Indian place you like, and we can watch a movie. Oh,” I gasped, “We could even play Monopoly.”

Kerry buried her face in her hands. “Oh my god, Reese. You did not just suggest Monopoly?” she groaned. She scrubbed her hands down her face and sighed.

What was wrong with Monopoly? It was a fun game. Who didn’t like to own Park Avenue and be a little doggie moving around the board? “What if I let you be the doggie?” I always was the dog, but if Kerry wanted to be it, I could let that happen this one time.

“Argh,” Kerry moaned. “I don’t want to be the dog unless you are talking about doggy style with a hot guy from the party we are going to.”

I snapped upright and scanned the area. “You can’t say that when we’re working!” Thankfully the bakers had left for the day, and it was just me and Kerry in the back of the bakery.

Layers Bakery was my pride and joy. I had opened it three years ago, and even though I had scrimped and barely gotten by that first year, our doors were open, and the bakery was thriving now.

Well, as long as the cases kept selling out every day and the cake orders kept coming in, we were thriving.

“You and I are the only ones back here, Reese. Chill out. Tracy and Rue are taking care of the register, and they can’t hear us back here.”

I freaking hoped so. “They’re only seventeen, Kerry. Their parents would kill me if they knew you were talking about getting it on with some guy.” I switched to my pink piping bag and added a few tiny rosebuds.

“Pfft,” Kerry puffed out. “Your face would be beet red, and your ears would burn if you heard the things those two talk about while cleaning the cases.”

I shook my head. “I don’t want to know, Kerry. As long as they are working, I don’t care what they are talking about.” And what they talked about probably wasn’t that bad. I had been seventeen before and was not talking about doggy style or anything. “And I’m sure you are overreacting about what they talk about. Tracy and Rue are lovely girls.”

Kerry tapped her foot and pursed her lips. “You’re so sweet and delusional, Reese. You think the whole world is just swirls of sugary buttercream and peaks of fluffy meringue.”

I tipped my head to the side and smiled. “I don’t see anything wrong with that.”

She laughed lightly and pointed to the right corner of the cake. “You need a rose there.”

I wrinkled my nose. “You think so? I liked the open space there.”

“You’re the master cake decorator, but I think there needs to be a rose or something there.” Kerry shrugged.

“Let me finish what I had in mind, and then you can tell me if you think there still needs to be a rose there.” I still had the border and another bunch of flowers to add to the cake before I wrote happy birthday.

“You’re the boss.” She held her hands in the air. “But I will tell you if it sucks when you’re done.”

I held up one finger. “Once in two years, you had to tell me that, Kerry, and I still argue that you were wrong.” I finally gave in that the cross I had piped looked slightly like a penis with flowers around it. Slightly.

“I saved you from serving that lady an Easter penis cake, Reese, and you damn well know it.”

I flitted my hand at her. “Go make sure Tracy and Rue are working while I finish this cake.”

Kerry pushed off the table and wiped her hands on her apron. “Fine, but you and I are going out tonight.”

I rolled my eyes and leaned over the cake. “Fine, Kerry. We’ll go out tonight, but I don’t want to be out past midnight. Jason is opening tomorrow, but I need to be here by nine to start on the cake orders for the weekend.”

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