Page 52 of Q: Satan's Fury MC

“There is no we.” He leaned over and kissed me on the temple. “I’m making dinner for you.”

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely. Now, go get comfortable and find something to watch on TV.”

“Okay. Just let me know if you need a hand.”

He’d already started cooking when he mumbled, “Um-hmm.”

Seeing that he was intent on cooking alone, I did as he’d requested, and I went over to the sofa and looked for a show to watch. I felt a little strange just sitting there while Quinton was in the kitchen slaving over a hot stove, but at the same time, I found it extremely endearing.

I’d never had anyone in my life who was so kind and thoughtful. I’d also never been with anyone who’d rocked my world like he’d done earlier. I won’t deny that I liked the way things were going with us.

I liked it a lot.

At the same time, it scared the living hell out of me.

I’d spent years living in fear. I’d been called names and threatened. I’d had knock-down-drag-out fights, had bones broken, and wounds I thought would never heal. I’d spent nights pleading with the Lord to put an end to it all—even if it meant ending my life, but when it was all said and done, I stood strong. I hadn’t let them break me.

I’d survived.

But I wasn’t sure I was strong enough to survive Quinton. If things ended badly—if he broke my heart, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to move past it. I was caught in the crossfire between my head and my heart, and I had no idea what to do about it.

It was a thought that had me looking over to the kitchen, and as I sat there watching Quinton work so hard to make me a nice dinner, I knew I would never be able to walk away from him. Heart be damned, I was going to let the cards fall where they may.

My focus was still on him when he glanced over his shoulder and said, “You’re supposed to be watching the TV. Not me.”

“But I like watching you more than some silly movie.”

“You better be careful, or I might think you like me a little.”

“Oh, we can’t be having that.” I giggled as I told him, “What would the neighbors think?”

“It would be quite the scandal.”

“I’ll take my chances.”

“That’s good, 'cause you’re kind of stuck with me.” He lifted the bowl of pasta as he said, “At least until dinner is over.”

“I think I can handle that.”

“Well, in that case, get your cute ass over here and make yourself a plate.”

“Don’t mind if I do.”

I walked over, and with Quinton’s help, I made us both a plate. He followed me over to the table, and we spent the next hour talking as we ate his incredible pasta dinner. When we were done, Quinton helped me clean up the kitchen, and then we went over to the living room area and piled up on the sofa.

He picked out an old western for us to watch, and while I wasn’t a huge fan of the movie, I enjoyed spending time with Quinton. So much so I didn’t want our time together to end. “Are you staying here tonight?”

“Do you want me to?”

“My place isn’t as nice as yours.”

“Your place is great, but that’s not what I asked.”

A smile swept over my face as I told him, “Yes, I’d like you to stay.”

“Then, I’m staying.” He inched up on the sofa and took a good look at my bed, then smiled one of his sexy smiles. “Looks sturdy enough.”

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