He frowned.
“You have been moping around here because you want to settle down. You want to find a woman that you love and start a family, right?”
He nodded.
“Going on the road isn’t going to achieve that. You’re going to be miserable. Even more so than you are now, so trust me, that’s not a great idea.” She couldn’t stop her son from joining, but she wasn’t going to allow Adam to concede defeat. “One woman said no, and you’ve had a lot of bad dates, but that’s how it works. People have a hard time finding the right person. Have you considered that the right person is out there, but you just haven’t been looking in the right places?”
“Where should I look?” Adam asked.
“I don’t know, but perhaps rather than being miserable, keep an open mind. There are a lot of women out there who would absolutely adore you. You’ve just got to be patient, and if you truly want to settle down and have a family, then you’ve got to stop being depressed because women don’t usually find that attractive. Eat your waffle.”
Adam finished eating his waffle. “Why are you not giving me the sympathy talk and making me feel better?”
“Because you’re way past that now. You’ve been moping to everyone and everything, and people are getting a little bored of it. It’s Christmas, Adam. Enjoy life. The woman of your dreams is out there.” She put a hand over his.
“You believe in the good of everything and the kindness of everyone.”
“Is that such a bad thing?” she asked.
Adam opened his mouth and then closed it. “I guess not.”
“I prefer to look at the good in people and to be nice because I know this world isn’t always a nice place to be. I refuse to add to it.” She put a hand on his. “Enjoy.” She got up and removed the waffles from the waffle irons, then started the whole process again.
“You’re a good person, Angel,” Adam said.
She turned toward him and smiled. “Thank you. I do try.”
“I doubt you even have to try.”
****
“I can’t believe you did it,” Tiny said.
Lash turned to the man who’d been like a father to him. When his parents were killed, Tiny had taken them in and treated him and Nash like his own two sons. They had grown up with Tate, and she was more of a sister to them.
“I cannot take credit for all of this.” Lash stood outside, amazed at what Angel had gotten organized. The two clubs had come together and there were decorations set out outside. Carolers stood just inside the gates.
He couldn’t recall carolers ever coming to The Skulls’ clubhouse, but the two clubs were outside, wrapped up in jackets, listening to them sing.
Angel had done this as well. His wife was well-respected and adored in Fort Wills. It had taken her a long time to build up trust and support.
She wanted the best for the club at all times.
Lash saw the men, women, and children, all standing and listening to the carols as they filled the air. Fairy lights twinkled in the background. It was a truly beautiful sight to behold. He loved it.
Lash didn’t have a clue what Angel had to arrange to get this, but he was glad that she had. The club needed the boost. Christmas cheer was all around them. The scent of baking filled the clubhouse, even though it wasn’t long before they’d have dinner.
Angel had also kept to her promise of not allowing Lacey anywhere near the kitchen.
So far, no one had gotten food poisoning, which was a bonus.
There hadn’t been any fighting. Nor had there been any calls from the Billionaire Bikers MC or Michael Granito. It was a slow month.
“This was all Angel,” Lash said.
“That woman is always surprising me,” Tiny said. “I always thought she was a weak woman.”
“Angel’s not weak. She’s strong.” He wanted to hold her.