Wonderfully Wrecked (Reckless Bastards MC 4)

“Fine. I didn’t realize you weren’t sleeping well.”

He really didn’t get it and I couldn’t be upset about that. “There is a human growing inside of me, Lasso. My hormones are fucked up and make me feel like I’m insane, and then suddenly I get so tired I can’t keep my eyes open so, yeah, let me sleep.”

He looked at me for a long time after my outburst was finished and then Lasso burst out laughing. A full-bodied, deep-throated laugh that was so contagious I had to fight the urge to join him.

“I didn’t realize it was that bad,” he said, tugging playfully on my arm. “Let’s go out to dinner.”

I blinked. “Are you fucking bipolar?”

“No, why?”

“Dinner?”

He nodded, his overgrown curls bouncing and making my

fingers itch to run through those blond ringlets. “Yes, dinner. A meal people typically eat in the evening sometime after lunch. Let’s go out and feed you properly.”

I was about to tell him it wasn’t necessary, but my stomach interrupted the conversation. “Don’t say one damn word and I’ll go freshen up right now.” I pointed my finger in his face and watched his incredible show of willpower as his lips twitched with mirth before he finally gave in.

“That wasn’t a word. Make it snappy and I’ll even let you order my food so you can pick from it too.”

Ugh, when Lasso was full on good ol’ boy charming he was impossible to resist. I could feel my body responding to him and I wished I could control it.

“You really are a good guy, Lasso. Even with the unfortunate nickname. It’s too bad we didn’t meet some other time.” The twist in my gut told me how much I wished that were true. Good guys were a rarity in my life and I knew my future wouldn’t have many as a single mother.

“Does that mean you’re saying no to marrying me? Because I’m kind of hoping you are.”

“Because it was just a token offer?”

“No,” he leaned in, trapping me between his arms and his chest. “Because I’ll enjoy convincing you to say yes.” He pushed back and helped me off the bed in a rare show of tenderness that he ruined by smacking my ass. “If you get ready in under ten, I might not bitch about the amount of vegetables on your plate.”

“Might? I accept that challenge.” With a smile unlike any I’d felt in a long time, I went to freshen up and change.

For a dinner date.

With my one-night stand and future baby daddy.

Chapter 10

Lasso

It turned out that I liked sharing a meal with Rocky, and we were doing it a lot. She was a smartass and funny as hell, but she was smart too. Book and street smart but she didn’t rub it in your face like some women did. She just was.

“I can’t believe you made stir-fry. Who makes stir-fry at home?”

She shrugged, looking adorably rumpled and somehow sexy at the same time in her light green tunic that hid the denim shorts I knew she wore only because I’d caught her bending over earlier. “I like to cook and with the internet you can learn pretty much anything.”

“You’re good at that, taking a bunch of shitty vegetables and turning them into a delicious meal. Is that ginger?”

Her smile lit her up face when she confirmed there was fresh ginger in the dish. “You have a good palate, and I thought all you ate were military packs and steaks.”

I frowned, and she rolled her eyes.

“Because you’re from Texas.”

I smiled and shook my head. “I did my time eating MRE’s. They’re not as bad as you think but they’re also not this damn good.”

I knew if I let her, we’d continue to have these meals and we’d shoot the shit, talking about our likes and dislikes, favorite musicians and movies. Even though we’d gone out a few times, it was like a first date, getting to know each other, but it was still surface bullshit. If we were going to have a kid and if I had a chance of convincing Rocky to marry me, we had to dig deeper. “Who taught you how to cook?”