He grinned, watching her walk off, his eyes on her ass, right where they shouldn’t be. He blew out a breath and turned to head into the kitchen to clean up.
About ten minutes later, as he was starting to cover up the leftovers, since Jessie, like any good southern woman, made way too much, he heard the rumble of some bikes pulling up. Frowning, he tossed the dishtowel over his shoulder and headed downstairs.
Ghost opened the door, his eyes sweeping over five of his brothers, and he blocked the entrance with his body. “What the fuck do you want?”
“We’re selling magazines to support our meth addiction. Can I interest you in a subscription, sir?” Griz joked with a straight face.
“I gave at the office.”
Griz pushed past him. “You ain’t got an office.”
In trouped Hammer, JJ, Heavy, and lastly Shades.
“To what do I owe this visit?” he asked, folding his arms.
Shades tossed a bag to Ghost. “Skylar sent over a few things.”
Ghost caught it to his chest, looking down at it. “Why’d she do that?”
“I told her about the ‘bootylicious sweats’ incident at the truck stop. She offered to take your girl to the mall later. Sent a few things to tide her over till then.” Shades tugged on the dishcloth on his shoulder with a grin as he made to move past Ghost and head up the stairs. “We need to talk, Betty Crocker. Come on.”
Ghost’s brows rose as he watched his brothers all head up the stairs, and he called after them in a sarcastic tone, “Well, come on in and make yourselves at home, why doncha?”
“Thanks, we will,” Hammer replied, his voice echoing down the stairs.
“Son-of-a-bitch,” Ghost grumbled beneath his breath as he turned to lock the door, and then followed them up the stairs.
They were all sitting at the bar, except for Griz, who emerged from the kitchen with a plateful of Jessie’s cheese biscuits, munching on a piece of bacon.
“You make these?” he asked.
“Don’t be an idiot,” Shades replied. “He couldn’t make a biscuit if his life depended on it.”
“Gimme one,” Hammer demanded, already reaching toward the plate.
They all grabbed one.
JJ pulled his apart. “Its like a fluffy cloud of magical goodness.”
Ghost rolled his eyes.
Griz sat on a stool, groaning and reaching for his back. “Christ, it’ll take me days to recover from that fucking ride home.”
“Your back hurt?” Ghost asked.
“’Course it does. Doesn’t yours?” he growled back.
“Nope. I had the most phenomenal back rub the other night.” Ghost grinned like the Cheshire cat.
Shades looked over at him with brows raised, his mouth full of biscuit. “Oh, is that so? Do tell.”
Hammer leaned forward to look around Shades. “You sayin’ she can cook like this, looks like she does, and gives backrubs, too? Hell, you don’t marry her, I will, son.”
Ghost’s eyes moved from Shades to Hammer. “You ain’t touchin’ her, bro.”
Just then, their heads all swiveled as the woman in question walked out of the bedroom, her head bent, rubbing a towel on her wet hair, and back in his flannel shirt.
JJ let out a wolf whistle that brought her head up, and she stopped dead in her tracks.