Chapter 6
Six
With my cozy, cotton, floor-length dress on, I skip down our stairs to find my dear, shirtless husband at the bottom. He offers me a plate of my favorite breakfast—avocado on a thick slice of toasted sourdough, topped with tomato, and covered in everything but the bagel seasoning. It’s divine.
Accepting the culinary perfection, I take a massive bite, and once I finish chewing, I ask, “Where’s Wolf?”
I notice Jace bouncing on his feet, jazzed up about something. He says nothing when he waves me into the living room and pulls back the curtain.
“Oh. Shit.” My jaw nearly hits the floor.
“He’s been out there for hours. I checked my phone. Georgie and Yevette both texted.”
“About what?” I ask.
“He’s been going to all the neighbors and asking if they need help.”
Of course, he is.
“This is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, Jace.” Men doing manly things always gets me hot and bothered.
He nods. “Tell me about it.”
Setting my plate on the antique table in front of the window, we watch the handsome biker use our snow blower to clear snow from our driveway, sidewalks, and the path leading up to the house.
There’s a shovel stabbed into a mound that he must be using for the smaller jobs.
From the looks of it, we got at least eight to nine inches of snow.
The city plows must have gone through sometime at night, but the fresh powder still sits atop the road.
“How far has he gone?” I ask, trying to see down the street as far as I can.
“I have no idea. When I came down, I checked where he was and found our garage door open and him out there.”
“So, you haven’t talked to him?”
“And interrupt this?” He gestures to our sexy guest. “Hell no.”
I pat Jace on the shoulder. “Looks like he did your job for ya, handsome.”
“We need to make him something warm. He’s gonna be frozen to the damn bone when he’s finished.”
“We could warm him up together.” I shimmy my shoulders and bat my eyelashes, grinning at my husband.
Shaking his head, Jace chuckles. “Gracie.”
“What?”
“Who are you, and what have you done with my wife?”
“Shut up…” I slap his arm. “This level of kindness deserves a blow job.”
“I agree, but where’s my blow job when I do it?” He arches a brow, daring me to fight him on this.
“You bitch up a storm, Jace,” I counter. “You hate the cold. You hate snow blowing. We had to play rock, paper, scissors that one time when you were sore from a workout and didn’t wanna push that machine up and down the driveway. Men who whine about snow blowing don’t get their cocks blown.”
Throwing his head back, Jace barks a loud, booming laugh. “Yeah, you’re right.”
“I know I am. So, let’s get Wolf some hot coffee and maybe something to eat whenever he’s done.”
“Sounds good. Let’s do it.” Jace spanks me on the butt, steals my toast from the plate, takes an enormous bite from my breakfast, and runs away, laughing his hot ass off.
Picking up what’s left of my food, I follow him into the kitchen. “You’re such an asshole,” I tease. “This is all you left me.” I set the plate on the island, and he swoops in and steals the rest of my breakfast.
I flip him off.
He smiles around a mouthful.
Jerk.
“I’ll make you more, babe,” he vows, opening the cupboard.
“You’d better.” I waggle a finger at him, not the least irritated. For some reason, I can’t stop smiling.
Jace rolls his gorgeous blue eyes, and we prepare a real meal for our hot guest—the guest I can’t wait to get my hands on… again.