Page 31 of Ride the Wind (Devil's Knights 2nd Generation 8)

“I’ll keep that in mind, darlin’.” I turned back to the sink and reached my hands into the soapy water. “Anything else happen?”

She sighed heavily. “They asked if you were coming. Ransom told him you didn’t want anything to do with Kerry or me.”

I glanced over my shoulder at her. “I didn’t say that.”

“Uh, yeah, you did,” she laughed. “And it’s okay. You don’t know Kerry or me. I shouldn’t have barged in the way I did and demanded you help me.”

“You didn’t demand.” She was forceful, but it wasn’t a demand. “You just wanted help finding your friend.”

“And when you helped, you found your friend dead,” she countered. She looked up from the cake. “Did they find out who killed him?”

I shook my head. “Nothing yet.”

“Is Ransom thinking that Brain and Kerry are related somehow.”

I grabbed a spoon from the water and swiped the sponge over it. “I don’t really know what Ransom is thinking. I only talked to him for thirty seconds yesterday.”

“What about your club? You guys have to have some kind of clue who killed Brain.”

My club. The Sons of Sin wasn’t my club. I was patched in, but they weren’t anyone's club when it came down to it. It was every man for themselves. “They don’t care. Or if they do, they aren’t telling me.”

“Interesting,” Reese murmured.

I turned to look at her. She was bent over the cake with a bag full of icing in one hand and the other turning the cake as she piped. Giant, pillowing puffs of icing were left in the wake of her tip, and the cake transformed before my eyes. “Damn,” I mumbled. “You weren’t joking when you said cake decorating in your thing.”

She finished the huge border and straightened. “This isn’t that great, Zig,” she laughed. “I’m just doing a quick and easy design.”

“If that is easy, I would love to see what a hard design would be.”

She rolled her eyes and grabbed a bag filled with pink icing. “Prepare for your mind to be blown,” she laughed. “I’m going to make a few roses.”

And man, did she blow my mind.

All my life, Meg was the one to be baking and cook. I had watched her many times before, but there was something different about how Reese decorated the cake. It was like art for her.

“You’re making me nervous by watching me,” she droned as she piped icing onto a small platform she held between her fingers.

I held up my hands and turned back to the sink. “Sorry, sorry. I know I’m just here to do your dirty work.”

She laughed lightly. “I was kind of confused when I opened the door, and you were standing there, but now I’m glad you came over.”

“I bet,” I chuckled. I finished the dishes without bothering her while she worked.

Five minutes later, she announced, “All done. You can stop playing in the water and look now.”

I didn’t think doing the ridiculous amount of spoons she had in the sink was playing with water, but whatever. I grabbed the dish towel and dried my hands as I turned. “Holy fuck,” I gasped. “How in the hell did you do that in seconds?”

She spun the turntable and smiled proudly. “I don’t think it was seconds, but this did come together in the end. I think the pink flowers really pop against the dark green leaves.”

Pop wasn’t even the word for it. The cake looked like something you would buy for hundreds of dollars and then be afraid even to cut it. The puffy borders were still there but were surrounded by huge pink roses and dark green vines. She had scrolled Happy Birthday with huge, swooping lines and somehow made the whole thing sparkle. “How is it almost glowing?” I asked.

Reese laughed and grabbed a canister off the table. “That would be my glitter concoction I make up.”

“You make glitter?”

She reached into the canister and grabbed a pinch of the sparkly powder. “It’s a bit of a process, but it’s worth it in the end. Most people are amazed they can eat glitter.”

I was amazed, too. “How much is that thing worth?”

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