Devil's Kiss (Hellhounds Motorcycle Club Book 1) by Kathryn Thomas Page A
Authors: Kathryn Thomas
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because I really didn’t feel like it. Out of the car he walked around to the passenger side and held the door handle. I ran out into the rain and he jerked the door open for me and shut it behind me before he trudged around the front of the car and squeezed in. He was soaked to the skin and the windows immediately began to fog.
We drove through the rain, the wipers thumping out a steady rhythm as they fought to clear the windshield. As we waited at a light, he reached into his vest and pulled out his phone. After a couple of touches he placed the phone against his ear.
“Mom! It’s Cain. Good. Listen, I have a question. I have a friend that is suffering from morning sickness. No. No.”
He was juggling the phone as he drove and shifted gears. Sometimes I could hear a buzzing voice from the phone, but with the hiss of the tires, the rain roaring on the canvas top, and the wipers, I had no hope of making out what was being said.
“I’m in a car and it is pouring rain. Mom! I’ll tell you all about it later, okay? Right now, I want to know what to do about it. About four weeks. Uh huh. Uh huh.” He looked at me. “Are you allergic to peanut butter?”
I shook my head no.
“No. That’s it? Okay. Thanks, Mom.” He punched a button and tucked the phone away. “You have any peanut butter at your house?”
“No, I don’t think so. Is that supposed to help with the morning sickness?”
“It’s worth a try. Mom said it worked for her. We’ll stop and get some on the way home. Smooth or extra-crunchy?”
The ridiculousness of the conversation got to me and I grinned. “Smooth.”
***
“Wait here,” he said as he wormed his way out of the car and into the rain.
I watched him splash through the puddles and into the market, returning a few minutes later with a bag. He opened the door and, after placing the bag behind the seat, stuffed himself into the car again.
“Lovely weather you have here,” he said mildly as he wrung the water from his hair again. “Love the car, too. I think I will get one when I get home. It’s so easy to get in and out of. Especially with the top up.”
I tried not to, I really did, but I burst into giggles.
“You think it’s funny?” he growled playfully then flicked water into my face from his fingers.
“Stop! You’re getting me wet!”
“Oh, damn! Did I? I’m so sorry.” He then twisted his head violently side to side, slinging water everywhere, like a dog shaking himself dry.
I shrieked and put up my hands to ward off the flying water as I tried to make like a turtle and pull my head into my shoulders. “Stop!” I squealed.
“There. That’s better,” he said as he started the car then grinned at me.
“For who?” I cried and then giggled again.
***
“Here,” I said as I tossed him a towel.
“Thanks.” He took the towel and dried his hair then patted it over the rest of his body, soaking some of the water from his clothes. I thought about offering him the use of my shower, and dryer, but I had to leave for work soon and I didn’t want to give him any ideas.
I pulled the peanut butter, bread, and apples from the bag. “So this is supposed to work?”
“All we can do is try it. It’s loaded with protein.” He pulled a wicked looking knife from a holder on his belt and quickly cut an apple into quarters.
“Second drawer,” I advised when he started opening drawers, obviously looking for a spoon.
He pulled out a spoon, opened the peanut butter and dipped some onto an apple quarter before handing it to me. “Give that a try.”
The moment the smell of the peanut butter hit me I could feel my stomach roll over. I tried to hand it back. “I can’t.”
He refused to take the offered piece. “Alex, you have to eat something.”
I held my breath and bit off the end of the apple. My stomach rebelled but I chewed it up and
We drove through the rain, the wipers thumping out a steady rhythm as they fought to clear the windshield. As we waited at a light, he reached into his vest and pulled out his phone. After a couple of touches he placed the phone against his ear.
“Mom! It’s Cain. Good. Listen, I have a question. I have a friend that is suffering from morning sickness. No. No.”
He was juggling the phone as he drove and shifted gears. Sometimes I could hear a buzzing voice from the phone, but with the hiss of the tires, the rain roaring on the canvas top, and the wipers, I had no hope of making out what was being said.
“I’m in a car and it is pouring rain. Mom! I’ll tell you all about it later, okay? Right now, I want to know what to do about it. About four weeks. Uh huh. Uh huh.” He looked at me. “Are you allergic to peanut butter?”
I shook my head no.
“No. That’s it? Okay. Thanks, Mom.” He punched a button and tucked the phone away. “You have any peanut butter at your house?”
“No, I don’t think so. Is that supposed to help with the morning sickness?”
“It’s worth a try. Mom said it worked for her. We’ll stop and get some on the way home. Smooth or extra-crunchy?”
The ridiculousness of the conversation got to me and I grinned. “Smooth.”
***
“Wait here,” he said as he wormed his way out of the car and into the rain.
I watched him splash through the puddles and into the market, returning a few minutes later with a bag. He opened the door and, after placing the bag behind the seat, stuffed himself into the car again.
“Lovely weather you have here,” he said mildly as he wrung the water from his hair again. “Love the car, too. I think I will get one when I get home. It’s so easy to get in and out of. Especially with the top up.”
I tried not to, I really did, but I burst into giggles.
“You think it’s funny?” he growled playfully then flicked water into my face from his fingers.
“Stop! You’re getting me wet!”
“Oh, damn! Did I? I’m so sorry.” He then twisted his head violently side to side, slinging water everywhere, like a dog shaking himself dry.
I shrieked and put up my hands to ward off the flying water as I tried to make like a turtle and pull my head into my shoulders. “Stop!” I squealed.
“There. That’s better,” he said as he started the car then grinned at me.
“For who?” I cried and then giggled again.
***
“Here,” I said as I tossed him a towel.
“Thanks.” He took the towel and dried his hair then patted it over the rest of his body, soaking some of the water from his clothes. I thought about offering him the use of my shower, and dryer, but I had to leave for work soon and I didn’t want to give him any ideas.
I pulled the peanut butter, bread, and apples from the bag. “So this is supposed to work?”
“All we can do is try it. It’s loaded with protein.” He pulled a wicked looking knife from a holder on his belt and quickly cut an apple into quarters.
“Second drawer,” I advised when he started opening drawers, obviously looking for a spoon.
He pulled out a spoon, opened the peanut butter and dipped some onto an apple quarter before handing it to me. “Give that a try.”
The moment the smell of the peanut butter hit me I could feel my stomach roll over. I tried to hand it back. “I can’t.”
He refused to take the offered piece. “Alex, you have to eat something.”
I held my breath and bit off the end of the apple. My stomach rebelled but I chewed it up and
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