GHOST: An Evil Dead MC Story (The Evil Dead MC Series Book 5) by Nicole James

Author:Nicole James [James, Nicole]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2015-10-23T23:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWELVE

Ghost woke to the smell of bacon. He frowned, pushing the throw blanket off him and glancing around, finding it strange to be waking on his couch for a split second before it all came rushing back.

Jessie was in his bed. Only she wasn’t. She apparently was making bacon.

He walked into the tiny room around the corner behind the bar that he’d converted into his kitchen, leaving the industrial kitchen alone for now until he decided what to do with the place.

He leaned against the doorframe, folding his arms and took in the sight before him. Jessie was standing at the stove adding a sprinkle of cheese to some scrambled eggs cooking in a pan.

His eyes skated down her. She had on one of his flannel shirts, her legs bare underneath, and he couldn’t help but wonder what else was bare under there. As he leisurely took in the sight, she lifted one bare foot to rub it against the back of her calf and hell, if that wasn’t the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.

“Mornin’, brat.”

Her head swiveled, startled, and her eyes took him in. The bare chest, the sweats hanging low on his hips. And he watched her flush and swallow.

“Good morning. You woke up.”

“To a man, the smell of bacon cookin’ is better than any alarm clock.”

She grinned. “I’ll have to remember that. I hope you’re hungry.”

He moved to the stove, his eyes to a pot. “Are those grits?”

“Um hmm. And fried potatoes, and there are cheese biscuits in the oven. I didn’t make gravy, I know how you love biscuits and gravy, but I couldn’t find—”

He cut her off by pulling her into his arms, his mouth coming down on hers with a smack.

She looked up at him startled. “What was that for?”

“You cooked for me. I haven’t had anybody cook for me, hell, probably since you and your mom. At least not a good southern breakfast like this.” She pushed back out of his arms, grinning, and he watched her face flush. With embarrassment or happiness that she’d pleased him, he couldn’t be sure.

“Well, go sit down, and I’ll bring you a plate.”

He let her go and walked back out to the bar, taking a seat on one of the stools.

A moment later, she carried out two plates, setting one heaping helping in front of him. It smelled amazing. He dug in and groaned around the mouthful. “Damn, baby. This is delicious.” He looked over at her where she sat beside him. “I forgot how good you could cook.”

She gave him a shy smile and shrugged. “Its just breakfast. Anybody could do it.”

“Uh, no. In my experience just anybody can’t do it. Some people can’t even scramble an egg, let alone the rest of this.” He waved his fork over his plate.

“Mama taught me.”

He nodded. “Whatever else you say about her, she was a phenomenal cook.” He grinned. “Probably how she hooked my old man.”

She looked down at her plate and replied quietly, “Yeah, maybe.”

He bit into a strip of bacon and studied her suddenly sad expression, frowning.

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