“Well I’m not going to stop you,” Uncle Bear says as he grabs another muffin and is done in a couple of bites. That brings a small smile to my face.
Uncle Bear explains to me that I need to have someone with me at all times in case Vince or my mom comes around. I reluctantly agree. I’m used to being alone in the house. If I was around town, I had my mom or Vince with me.
Since Vince never approved of my friends, I lost touch with all of them after high school. Not that I was ever close to any of them since I was only friends with people I was allowed to talk to. I never had any education after that since my mom didn’t think it was necessary since I would be marrying some rich guy and become the perfect trophy wife.
Thinking about my mom brings on the anger, so I try not to think about her or Vince. I need to move forward.
Uncle Bear explains that Trigger is on duty for eight hours and then, when it will be close to bedtime, he will be home. I just nod my head along with everything he says.
When uncle Bear leaves, Trigger asks me if I need any ingredients to bake more since my aunt and uncle took the rest of the muffins to the clubhouse.
I nod my head. I’d hate for them to spend money on me, but if I use it for baking for them then I don’t feel so bad.
He tells me to write a list. He then takes a picture of it and sends it to one of the prospects since he’s not allowed to leave my side and it’s not good for me to go out and show my face.
I agree since I don’t really want to have a run in with Vince or my mother. I have no doubt in my mind that she will come here since I didn’t have anyone else to turn to.
A couple hours later, a prospect (who I learn doesn’t have a name until he’s fully patched into the club) drops off bags and bags of food. Trigger ends up going outside to help him bring everything in.
I start putting everything away thinking of everything I can bake. I feel like a kid at Christmas time.
The prospect leaves when Trigger tells him to head back to the club, and I’m once again alone with this biker.
I feel oddly comfortable around him. I wonder if it has something to do with how attracted I am to him. I shake that thought from my head. There is no way that I need to get mixed up with a man again.
I know that I’m not ready and I wonder if I ever will be.
Though, something about Trigger makes me feel safe. That thought alone scares me. How can I feel safe with someone I just met?
Chapter Three
Trigger ‘Colton’
There’s something about Sophie that draws me to her and I’m going to figure it out.
After the prospect drops off the groceries, I watch Sophie move around the kitchen. She starts baking right away and cooking supper. Every once in a while, she will look up, glance at me, and give me a small smile.
I know that I must look like a creep staring at her, but she’s the first woman to catch my interest in a long time. She’s so fucking beautiful, and I can’t be bothered to look away. I enjoy the way she hums lightly while baking. I don’t think she even realizes she’s doing it.
I don’t know how much time passes but, before I know it, Sasha and Bear are walking into the house. I am still sitting at the table, watching over her like I’m supposed to. They wouldn’t think anything of it except me taking my job seriously. I’ll let them think that for now.
I get up once they are in the kitchen and give them a nod before I leave. Since it’s late, I already know that Bear will be staying in for the night. It’s his first night with his niece so I wouldn’t blame him for wanting to get to know her. Hell, I want to get to know her, but I will have to wait until tomorrow when I watch her again.
Just before I’m out the door, Sophie hands me a container full of muffins and cookies. I raise my eyebrow at her, and she gives me a shy smile before turning around and walking into the kitchen as fast as she can.
I can’t help but smirk at her retreating back.
I leave before I end up doing anything that would get my ass kicked by Bear.
It doesn’t take long before I’m back at the clubhouse. I go straight to my room to drop off the treats Sophie gave me because I’m sure that I won’t share that shit with anyone. From watching her cook and bake all day, I could smell everything. It all smelled delicious. She took time to concentrate on each recipe and, from the way she moved, you could tell that she has done it many times and had her own routine.
I could already feel myself getting pulled into the deep with this woman and I wasn’t sure I wanted to stop it. Something about her feels so natural and right like she’s exactly where she’s supposed to be.
After I sneak a couple bites to eat, I head back into the main room where there are a few brothers around playing pool, having a few beers, and hooking up with some club
