Page 45 of Ride the Wind (Devil's Knights 2nd Generation 8)

“It is, but it’s also Meg’s.” I winked and stood. “Come one, it’s time for you to see the working side of the Devil’s Knights.”

“Taking her to Pole Stars?” Pie asked.

“Pole Stars?” Reese asked. “What is that?”

“Shut up,” I growled at Pie. “Uh, that’s something I can explain later. You can just hang out with Meg in her office at Knights Garage.”

“I’ll add it to the man other questions I have for you,” she smirked. “We can discuss all of them after you drop me at my car."

I pursed my lips. “How about at your house over dinner?” I suggested.

She laughed and smiled up at me. “You got a deal, Zig.”

I just needed to make whatever conversation my parents wanted to have, and then I could have an evening alone with Reese.

I kept telling myself I didn’t want anything to do with her, but something told me that I was wrong for thinking that.

That something was my feelings growing more and more for her every day.

God damn.

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Chapter Fifteen

Reese

“So, how do you get your buttercream so fluffy?”

I tipped my head to the side. “I just whip the hell out of it.”

“Really?” Meg shoved the last bite of her cupcake into her mouth and sighed. “Even after being squished in Zig’s saddlebag, that was one of the best cupcakes I have ever had.”

“You don’t have to say that,” I laughed. “I know I make good cake, but I don’t think it’s the best ever.”

“Shoot, girl. You are too modest. You should get your butt on one of those cake decorating shoes. You could show them all a thing or two about fluffy buttercream and moist cake.”

“Ugh,” Cyn moaned. “Do not say moist. There has to be a better word than that.”

“Wet?” Reva suggested.

Meg cringed. “We’re talking about cake, not one of the dogs you wash.”

“Moist is the only word that you can use that makes sense when you’re talking about cake.” Bristol reached into the cake box and grabbed the last double chocolate cookie. “You just have to accept moist, Cyn.”

Cyn shook her head. “No, thank you. I’ll just say it’s good.”

“I think damn freaking good would be a better way to describe Reese’s baking.” Greta licked her fingers and rubbed her stomach. “I am so glad that Beat told me you were coming over here. I have been craving your croissants the past few days.” She sat up and put her finger in the air. “Do we have any mayo and peanut butter?”

Cyn cringed. “Girl, what in the hell do you want those two things for?”

“For a mayo and peanut butter sandwich. I think it would taste amazing on one of these croissants.”

“Oh no,” I laughed. “You are not going to do that to one of my flaky croissants.” She could put one of the other on the croissant, not both at the same time.”

“I will and I am.” She stood and headed into the kitchen. “Do we have any pickles?”

“My god,” Bristol moaned. “Either you’re pregnant or whacked in the head,” she laughed.

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