Rather Be Wrong: Ronacks Motorcycle Club by Debra Kayn

Author:Debra Kayn [Kayn, Debra]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: romance dog story, bipolar, psychological thriller, best friend, contemporary alpha hero, older hero, Motorcycle Club romance, secrets, Romantic Suspense, Biker Romance book, dad's best friend, may december romance, mental illness, killer, hostage
Publisher: Debra Kayn
Published: 2016-12-31T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty Three

Heather took the two bags of Chinese food from Rod that he'd brought with him and carried their dinner into the kitchen. Rod took off his vest and threw it on the couch.

"Thanks for bringing dinner." Heather inhaled the aroma coming from the bags. "I'm starving."

He sat on the closest barstool on the other side of the counter in Heather's kitchen, heavier and more tired than he'd felt in a long time. Picking up dinner wouldn't distract her from learning the truth, though he hoped it would soften the news.

Acting normal wouldn't change the fact that after they finished their meal, he'd walk away from her knowing he might not make it back.

Heather set two plates on the counter. He studied her movements. She used both hands without any hesitation.

"Your arm is doing better," he said.

"It is." She opened a white box and dished up the Chow Mein. "I forgot about my elbow earlier and bumped my arm on the washing machine when I was taking clothes out to put in the dryer. God, the pain was worse than hitting my funny bone. Although, get this. I guess I screamed, cause Gia and Dad came rushing over thinking I was getting murdered. It shouldn't...it wasn't funny, but it totally was. They were both stumbling over each other to get through the hallway. Dad was cussing. Gia was telling him to hush and hurry. I was cracking up, which they didn't appreciate when they found me perfectly fine."

"You should've called me." He broke a fortune cookie in his hand and pulled out the paper.

"Hey," she said, putting her hand over his. "You're not supposed to read your fortune until after you eat. It's bad luck."

"Says who?" He slipped the fortune in his pocket, then brushed the crumbled cookie into his hand and tossed the pieces into the empty sack.

"Uh, everyone. Universal rule." She divided the fried shrimp and rice. "Don't you eat the cookie?"

"No." He raised his brow, questioning her on another unknown rule he broke.

She leaned closer and whispered, "I don’t like them unless they're dipped in hot mustard. That's the secret."

He grunted. He'd come back to the duplex with her in a good mood, joking, and sharing silly rules and all he could think about was disappointing her with the news he was leaving to go after his brother.

"Let's eat." She held up a fork in one hand and wooden chopsticks in the other. "What's your preference?"

"Fork."

"Smart man." She tossed the chopsticks in the garbage and walked around the counter to sit beside him. "The food smells so good."

He had no appetite.

"How did the meeting go?" She dipped her shrimp into hot mustard and then rolled the piece in the container of sesame seeds.

"Alright." He scooped up a forkful of Chow Mein, needing to change the subject until after she finished eating. "Did you talk to Raelyn about taking time off."

"Nope." She swallowed. "Like I said earlier, there's no need. I want to go back to work. Too much time off drives me nuts.

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