Quiet Chaos: An Opposites Attract MC Biker Stand-Alone Romance (Bourbon Riders MC) by Denise Baer

Author:Denise Baer [Baer, Denise]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Baer Books Press
Published: 2023-02-14T00:00:00+00:00

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“Let your speech always be gracious, seasoned with salt, so that you may know how you ought to answer each person.” Colossians 4:6

Sky - December 2019

It’s Christmas! I’m getting ready for early mass so I can make it back in time to cook for the Christmas festivities at the club. I have a knee-length velvet red dress with a white cotton hem and the same around the cuffs. It resembles something Mrs. Claus would wear. I put on a stylish black ankle boot and leave the closet. Cade wakes and quickly sits up, rubbing his eyes.

“Where are you going?”

I rock back and forth on my heels and the balls of my feet. “Church. I saw one in town. I haven’t been since I came to Garden City and hurt myself—”

“You mean since asshole hurt you.” He climbs out of bed. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

My mouth is in the shape of an ‘o’, surprised by his question. “I forgot.” I lower my voice. “Is it okay if I go?”

He dismisses my comment with a wave. “Yes, Sky. You’re not a prisoner. I thought you would have wanted me to attend.”

“I’d love for you to come with me, but I know how you...” I fiddle with my fingers.

“Didn’t you want me to understand your faith?” He folds his arms. “If we’re to learn and appreciate what’s important in each other’s lives, don’t you think I should go since you’re going to the club?”

I run and wrap my arms around his waist, resting my chin on his chest and ask, “Will you please go to church with me?”

“How much time?”

“Twenty-minutes?”

He grips my face, kisses me, and disappears. I skip to the kitchen with the biggest smile, and hurry to make him coffee to put in his travel mug.

It’s crowded, and people stand along the back wall. Folks stare at us, the mismatched couple, and it isn’t very Christian of them. We find seats at the end of a pew. Cade holds my hand and places it on his thigh. They set the choir in the front right, singing Christmas carols, and a warmth radiates through me. I rest my head on his shoulder, listening to the moving songs. They sing Do You Hear What I Hear, which prompts my tears. When Cade sees me crying, he puts his arm around me. I’ve never imagined finding a haven in Cade’s arms.

Cade sits through mass, watching people, and listening to the sermon. He doesn’t take part in communion but donated. With my arm slipped under his, hands held, we sit and wait until most people are out of the church. As we’re leaving, the priest is shaking people’s hands, wishing them a Merry Christmas, and then takes Cade’s. His hand buries the priest’s hand while they exchange greetings.

Back at home, light snow flurries are falling. I change out of my clothes to avoid getting them dirty. Even though I’m sleeping in Cade’s bed, my clothes are upstairs. Cade is in the huge, cozy chair, drinking coffee, and reading the news on his phone.

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