Page 65 of Sparrow's Grace

After we had everything paid for, or should I say after he had paid for everything which had resulted in us bickering in the middle of the store which started with her telling us the total.

Me trying to pull my wallet out of my bag and grabbing my card, Zeke pulled his wallet out to hand over cash.

I glared at him, and before I could open my mouth, he said, “You’re mine. That baby is mine. I take care of what’s mine.”

And whether it was so I could really test him, or if it was just never having this, I snapped, “No. Ever since I met you, you have been paying for everything, and I know how women treat guys like you. They take you for all your worth and then when something supposedly comes along that’s better, they toss you to the side. Well, I am not them. And I won’t be like them. So, I am going to be paying for my own clothes.”

What did he do?

He simply got a soft look on his face, dropped his head, pressed a kiss on my forehead, and then whispered, “It’s because of words like that, and that I know you really mean them, that’s why I’m doing it.”

Needless to say, I was so dumbstruck by his words that I totally missed him already paying for everything, and him, after he had the bags in one arm, placing his hand on the small of my back and leading me out to his car.

As soon as I was buckled in, he rounded the hood, and that was when my phone pinged with a text.

And then another one.

And then another one.

And again, another one but that one pinged double time.

Zeke obviously heard it through the open window and raised his brow.

I shrugged my shoulders and then pulled my phone out of my back.

When I lit my screen up, I saw….

Mackenzie –Please ask him.

Harlow –He needs to be here.

June –I need me some Z-tunes.

Lil –The guys opened a bottle of ‘shine. We need Zeke to help the tone.

Michelle –Please make him come so my eardrums don’t bleed out.

Conleigh –Come to the clubhouse now. Bring Zeke. Gage needs backup. My man’s vocals can only drown out the others for so long.

Shiloh –So you don’t run away screaming, we need Zeke here.

Cora –We want to keep you. We like you. Please bring Zeke here. Now.

I read them all, showed Zeke the phone, and asked, “Eardrums bleed out? What are they talking about?”

He sighed, “Fuckers. They want me to sing and play guitar. For future notice, any time moonshine is brought out, and I’m not with you, get in your truck and go home. Dear lord.”

“Uh oh.”

“Uh oh is right. You okay if we head to the clubhouse to save the women and the men’s egos?”

I nodded, “Yes, under one condition.”

He grinned wide then, “Fucking name it.”

“You feed me while we are there,” I said as I rubbed my belly.

“Deal.” And with that, he started the car up, the delicious rumble sent shivers all over my body.

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