Page 43 of Bikers & Bars

“How about something savory? I already know what I want for dessert later.”

My cheeks heated at his teasing, loving the attention and the lust in his voice.

“Who said you get dessert?” I joked before hurrying down the sidewalk. Romeo’s yells faded as I burst out laughing.

Men were so easy to tease.

A few minutes of walking and then I was at the store. Grabbing a basket, I started with a quick look at the meat and produce available. Some things looked a little past date but most of the selection looked amazing.

I didn’t want to do anything too complicated or a recipe that would take forever. Sometimes simple was the way to go. And then it hit me.

Pasta.

Everyone loves pasta.

With that decided I walked around and gathered everything I would need and checked out.

Humming happily to myself I made my way back to the garage and got started right away in the food truck. Romeo had hooked it up while I was gone just like he said he would. After checking in to make sure everything was working, he gave me a quick kiss and then said he’d listen out for me yelling the food was ready.

Throwing my hair up, I put on some Queen to dance to while cooking. It was the most fun I’d had in a very long time. As David Bowie and Queen started belting out ‘Under Pressure’ I got to work.

Romeo

Eliza was havingthe time of her life.

Even in the garage working I could hear her singing away to Queen and whenever I could I snuck a peek out, grinning as she danced to the music.

She was fucking perfect.

Part of me knew that I should probably be a good pack member and tell the others that she was testing out cooking in the truck, but I wanted some one-on-one time first. Viper had stolen her away to reconnect. Loki and Bane had some time to re-establish their bond again. But I was new to this dynamic, too, so I was going to take this as my time.

If that time also included her cooking and shaking her ass to rock music I was so here for it.

“Romeo!”

I wiped my hands and headed outside, stomach rumbling at the smell of fresh food.

“Damn, babe. If that’s how you’re going to greet me from now on I think you’ll need to just move into my room at the compound,” I joked with her.

Her blush was fucking adorable, heating her cheeks and neck at my joke as she climbed out of the truck and brought out two big heaping plates of chicken parmesan pasta.

Oh fuck, she’s amazing.

A quick bite had me moaning and eyes rolled back in my head.

Holy shit.

“Is it good?” Eliza asked tentatively. She was so cute and eager that I couldn’t hide my grin.

“Eliza, love, this isn’t good. It’s amazing!” I praised her after finishing my bite. “Holy shit… How, and why, do you eat the bar food if you can cook like this?!”

“The bar food isn’t bad—” she protested.

“It’s not this,” I cut her off before taking another huge bite.

The mix of spices, herbs, and fresh ingredients had me scarfing it down way faster than I should have.

“I’m going to have to start working out if this is what you’re cooking from now on. Maybe you cooking should be a pack rule…”

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