Chapter 34
T hree weeks later
Millie
T his cast is driving me up a wall. My skin is constantly itching, and Wrath threatened to spank my ass if I didn’t stop scratching it. Nay came to the rescue with the perfect scratcher. With a nurse approved scratcher in hand, Wrath couldn’t say anything. I went to town, trying to relieve the insistent itch.
I’m currently sitting in the living room of one of the small houses on the compound. It was ours for now until our house is built. We’ve had a few minor bumps adjusting to married life. My broken leg isn’t helping. I’ve been in a lot of pain.
“What are you doing, Nightingale?”
“What does it look like I’m doing?”
“You’re going to scratch your leg raw.”
“Nay gave me this scratcher. If this thing doesn’t stop itching, I’m going to cut it off.”
I admit to using a wire hanger when I thought no one was looking.
“The cast or your leg?” he asks with a wry smile.
“Yes,” I say in exasperation.
“My poor sweet girl.” He hands me a green gummy. “Here, maybe this will help.”
“Is that an edible?”
“Yes.”
I take the edible. They do help. At least they take my mind off itching for a few hours. I’m not taking pain meds. I weaned myself off those after a week.
“What do you want for dinner?”
“Can we go out?”
“Do you feel up for it?”
“I do. Nay is coming to help me get ready.”
“I’ll make reservations at Pele’s Palace.”
“Yum.”
“Is six good?”
“Six is perfect.”
A knock on the door interrupted our conversation. Wrath opens the door to reveal Nay and Stormy. They’re both carrying bags.
“I brought reinforcements,” Nay says.
“Am I that bad?”
She shakes her head. “No, just more girl time.”
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We arrive at the restaurant fifteen minutes before our reservation. One of the prospects drove the van we rented that fit my wheelchair. Once I get settled at the table, we can fold the chair and put it away. Wrath pushes my chair while Crab, formerly Bastien, opens the door. He’s tagging along with Hurl, who’s driving. It’s his first week as a prospect.
“Have a nice evening, Mrs. Jackson.”
“Thank you, Crab. You can call me Millie.”
He smiles. “Thank you, ma’am.”
We’re greeted by the head chef and co-owner, Madison Grace Kalani. Known to her friends as Maddie.
“Maddie, it’s so good to see you.”
“Millie, I’m so sorry, I haven’t been by to see you.”
I met Madison a few months ago. We hit it off as friends, but I didn’t know until recently she was connected with the club, too. She leans down and gives me a kiss on the cheek before whispering, “Congrats on your wedding, sis!”
I gasp as a memory in my head resurfaces. Aaron’s voice saying those same words before laughing like a maniac in a Bond film. Wrath immediately bends down until he’s eye level.
“Nightingale, what's wrong?”
I shake my head. “I’ll tell you as soon as we get home. That asshat is not ruining my night out.”
He looks at me for a few seconds before nodding his head.
“You deserve a night out.”
He kisses my forehead and stands up. “Lead the way, Maddie.”
Maddie glances at me. I nod. She smiles and leads us to a private dining room. It’s filled with Pink Floyd and pink Dolly Parton roses. Pink faerie lights and candles bathe the room in a soft glow. Tears prick the corners of my eyes.
“You did this for me?”
“Baby, I’d hang the moon for you.”
Maddie waits until Wrath gets me situated. A comfortable chair with a footstool so I can sit normally at the table. I’m four-twenty medicated and hungry.
“I’ve prepared a special tasting course for you tonight. If that’s alright.”
“I love it. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. Happy to help.”
She opens a chilled bottle of champagne and pours us each a glass.
“You can have a glass with your herbal medication.”
I nod. “I can thank you.”
Wrath takes a seat next to me and I reach for his hand. He entwines his fingers with mine. A few minutes later, a server bustles in with two glasses of sweet tea with peach and lemon slices in each, and our first bites.
She set a plate in front of me that held a white spoon. “Fig wrapped prosciutto stuffed with gorgonzola and chopped prawn. Drizzled with a honey balsamic glaze.”
“Thank you.”
“My pleasure. I’ll give you a few minutes before I bring the next course.”
Wrath surprised me by picking up his spoon and offering it to me. I’ve always thought feeding someone would be super sensual. I take the proffered bite and moan as the flavors burst across my taste buds. After my mouthgasm, I pick up my spoon and offer it to my husband. He takes the bite and winks at me.
Heat floods my body. I know that wink. He has plans. Sexy plans. A few minutes later, our server comes back with larger plates that hold a trio of delectableness. As she sets the plates down, she describes the food.
“We have our trio of appetizers. Kung Pao calamari with bean sprouts and bell peppers. Mussels steamed in coconut water and dashi broth with red onion and diced tomatoes. Our third and final appetizer is green bean, fig, and feta salad with a mango vinaigrette.”
We dig in as soon as she leaves.
“This is excellent. Do you think she’ll give us the recipe?” my husband asks in between feeding each other bites.
“We can ask. I bet she will.”
“Have you looked at the cabin plans I sent?”
“I have. I marked three I like. My favorite is the one with natural stone and wood.”
“The one with three stories?”
“Yes. It has six bedrooms and four baths. I may add more baths. With kids and bikers there’s never enough. Plus, it has that big shop and a three-car garage.”
“We can keep extra cars in the community garage when the kids are old enough to drive.”
Our server comes back with the next course. She sets the plates down.
“For our main course we have jowl bacon wrapped filet of wagyu beef served with a red wine reduction peppercorn sauce. Macadamia nut encrusted mahi-mahi, red potatoes with lobster cream sauce and truffle mac and cheese. Enjoy.”
She quickly leaves us to our meal.
“It’s a good thing you're rolling me out of here. This food is delicious.”
“Are you tired of my cooking?”
I shake my head. “Not at all. You’re an amazing cook. It’s nice to have an evening out where you don’t have to cook or clean up. I’m enough to deal with.”
He’s out of his chair and I’m in his lap in a blink. He even readjusted my foot stool in record time.
“Nightingale, I love taking care of you. Think of it as practice for when you're carrying our child. I plan to pamper and spoil you the entire time.”
Wrath’s phone rings. He looks at the caller.
“It’s the Prez, baby. I better take it.”
“Go ahead.”