Chapter Six #2
With my hand in his, I follow behind him to the buffet set up along the back wall and start to salivate at the options.
Whoever was in charge of cooking didn’t mess around.
There is literally a little bit of every kind of breakfast food you could imagine spread out before us.
I feel my cheeks heat when my stomach chooses this moment to voice its approval.
“Here, Birdie,” Sparrow chuckles, handing me an overflowing plate.
“I can’t eat all of this,” I whisper as I follow behind him.
“I’ll finish what you can’t, and it’ll save me a trip back up here.” His plate is just as full as mine. I’m not sure how he thinks he’s going to eat all his and then part of mine. Again, I don’t bother to argue.
I almost run into his back when he suddenly stops in front of a booth where two men are seated.
Stepping to the side, he nods for me to sit.
They look to Sparrow, then back to me, and smile as I slide inside with Sparrow following me in.
Pulling me into his side, Sparrow starts to make introductions.
“Birdie, this big fucker is Knox, and the pretty boy sitting next to him is Wrath.”
“How are you settling in, little lady?” Wrath asks.
“So far, so good. I just need to find a job and get a vehicle.” I fork a bite of pancake into my mouth.
“Are you any good at answering phones and filing papers?” Sparrow had it right when he called him pretty. He looks a lot like Channing Tatum.
“I’ve only ever waitressed, but I imagine I could figure it out. Why, do you know somewhere that’s hiring?”
“Just so happens, darlin’, Sparrow and I could use someone to help in the office at the scrapyard. Surprised the asshole hadn’t already asked you.”
“Shit. I forgot all about that little twit quitting. What do you say, Birdie? Think you’d like to give it a shot? 10 am to 5 pm during the week, and the pay is pretty good.”
“Little twit?” I ask, confused by the statement.
Wrath covers his mouth as he waits for Sparrow to explain.
“We hired a young woman to run the office, but she was more interested in trying to fuck Wrath.”
“Well, what do you say, Sierra? Going to take the job or what?” Sparrow lifts a brow waiting for my reply.
“Are you kidding? Hell yes, I want it. Oh, wait! I don’t have a car yet.”
“Told you I’d find you something, Birdie. Until then, you can drive the truck or ride with me.”
“Problem solved,” Knox says. The man is a huge intimidating presence, but his eyes are kind, which puts me at ease.
“I remember you. From before.” Shaking my head, I feel so embarrassed. “I know you were just doing what you were told, and I’m sorry for kneeing you in the . . . ya know,” I tell Wrath, nodding under the table.
“Water under the bridge, darlin’.”
“Knox, what’s the latest with your ex-wife?” Sparrow asks.
“The judge denied her request. Bitch wants to move to Hollywood to be a movie star. Can you believe that shit? She can go if she wants, but she ain’t taking my kids,” he growls. Okay, maybe he’s scarier than I thought.
I quietly listen as they talk about Knox’s three boys, especially after he says that two of them are twins. When he explains the stunts they pull, it reminds me a lot of Kierra and me when we were younger. If they’re anything like we were, he has his hands full.
“I’m heading out. Sierra, have Sparrow bring you by the yard later, and we can get you set up and show you the ropes.”
“I will. Thanks again, Wrath,” I utter distractedly as I watch a tiny blonde slide in next to Knox.
“Hey! I’m G, and you must be Sierra. I don’t know if anyone’s told you yet, but we all get together on Monday nights.
I usually make pizza, and we all eat together while we watch Dancing With The Stars.
You should come, it’s a lot of fun. Even though they try to deny it, the guys get into it, too,” she chirps, leaning into Knox when he wraps his arm around her.
“Uhm, sure. That would be great. Thank you.” I’ve never had girlfriends before.
“Knox, honey. My car is making that noise again. Do you think you could take a look at it sometime this week?” I watch the big guy look at G like she’s the sun, moon, and all the stars in the sky and feel like I’m intruding on something that belongs only to him.
It’s intense and beautiful, and I wish I had someone to look at me like that.
“Ready?” Braxton asks, brushing my hair over my shoulder.
“Yeah,” I reply, leaning into his side.
“Come on, let’s get out of here.” We gather up our trash and dispose of it in the large can against the wall.
Scanning the common room on our way to the door, I realize I feel lighter than I did when we walked in.
Especially since nobody is paying me any mind.
Braxton was right; they will get used to me being here.
Ducking under his arm, I wrap my hand around his waist and yelp when he swats my ass.
“Will you take me by the . . . what did he call it? The Yard?” I ask, climbing on the bike behind him.