Chapter Six
Talon
“So is this your MO at noon as well as midnight?”
I looked up. Jade. Well, what had I expected? She lived here now.
“Don’t mind me,” she said. “I’m just going to make myself a sandwich.”
“Felicia can make you something.”
Jade turned her head. “Where is she?”
“She ran to the market.”
“If she’s not here, how can she make me anything?” Jade walked to the refrigerator and opened it.
“She’ll be back.”
Jade laughed. “I’m perfectly capable of fixing my lunch. Can I get you anything?”
“No. I’ll wait for Felicia to get back.”
“Suit yourself.”
Jade rumbled about in the kitchen, and within a few minutes, sizzling sounds and the robust scent of cheddar cheese drifted over to me.
“What are you making?”
“Grilled cheddar and tomato sandwich, one of my favorites.”
My mouth began water. Damn, that sounded good. But I couldn’t ask her to…
“Sure I can’t make one for you?”
“Well…I don’t know how long Felicia is going to be. I am kind of hungry…”
She clomped over to me and stood at the other end of the table, glaring at me with her steely eyes. “I am more than happy to make you a sandwich. It is not a problem. It is not a bother. But you have to tell me that you want it.”
God, when she looked at me, I became defenseless. She could see right through those walls. I knew it. And somehow, I could tell that she knew it too.
I couldn’t let her in. I’d already kissed her twice. If I let her make me a sandwich… Oh, fuck. It was a goddamn sandwich. “I want it,” I said.
She pursed her pretty red lips. “A ‘please’ might’ve been nice, but I’ll take it.” She walked back to the counter and brought over a sandwich on a plate. “You can have this one. I’ll make myself another.”
“I didn’t mean to take your sandwich.”
“It’s no bother,” she said through gritted teeth. “You’re letting me live in your house, Talon. And you know what? Even if I weren’t a guest in your home, I would still offer to make you a sandwich. Do you know wh
y?”
Was I supposed to answer? Or was it a rhetorical question? I arched my eyebrows.
“Because I’m a nice person. Because it’s a nice thing to do.”
She walked back to the cooktop. I turned around and watched her create another sandwich for herself. She was at ease in the kitchen. I didn’t have a lot of memories of my own mother, but of the few I had, none of them included her standing in the kitchen making a meal for me. For any of us, for that matter. We always had a cook and housekeeper. One of the benefits of being born a Steel, I guess. There didn’t seem to be many more benefits, at least not in my case.
I turned back around and took a bit of bite of my sandwich— “Shit!”