Riding the Line (Devil's Knights 2nd Generation 2)

Everyone sniffed the air.

“Is Meg back?” Snapper asked.

King shook his head. “No. I just talked to her half an hour ago. They were getting ready to leave Gravel’s.”

Pie jumped up. “That must be my dream girl, Indiana, cooking me dinner.”

“She better be cooking us all dinner,” Zag called.

We all filed out of church and headed to the common area.

The scent of delicious food grew stronger with each step, and my stomach rumbled.

“If that smell is Indiana’s cooking, then you’re one lucky fucker,” Snapper laughed.

“Says the kid who grew up with Meg’s home cooking every night,” Easy drawled. “Pretty sure you and King are the lucky fuckers.”

The couch was filled with girls with plates in their hands, and for once, they weren’t all talking at the same time. Reva, Greta, and Luna sat at the table by the kitchen with filled plates in front of them.

“There better be more where that came from.” Hero stood next to Reva and pointed at her plate.

Reva pointed her fork toward the kitchen. “Better get in there, then. Indy made a huge pot of sloppy joes.”

Pie rubbed his stomach and headed straight into the kitchen. “Honey, I’m home,” he called.

Even I had to laugh. Indiana and I may not have been nailed down yet, but I knew I had a much better chance than Pie did. After all, I was the one Indiana had kissed after church this morning. And, when it came down to it, it more had to do with the fact that Indiana could cook, not that he actually liked her. I was going to have to find him a woman who could actually cook to get him off Indiana’s tail.

Everyone had their plates and were digging in when I finally made my way into the kitchen. Indiana was stirring a huge pot and wiped her brow with the back of her hand.

“Working hard, darlin’?” I leaned against the cabinet next to the stove and just watched her.

“Yup. I figured since I couldn’t be a part of your meeting, I would make some dinner.” She grabbed a plate and held it out to me. “You’re the last one to eat.”

I grabbed the plate and nodded to the pot. “You gotta eat, too.”

She shook her head and held a hand to her stomach. “I did way too much taste testing along the way. I am more than full.”

“You sure?”

She nodded. “More than sure.” She stepped to the side and motioned for me to fill my plate.

“This looks amazing, darlin’.” It reminded me of Meg’s cooking, and that was a damn compliment.

I grabbed a bun and spooned a heaping amount of sloppy joe on top.

“So, uh,” she muttered. “How did the meeting go? I know you can’t tell me much or really anything at all…”

I glanced over at her and smiled. “She’s still alive, darlin’.”

She clutched her hand to her chest. “Thank God.”

“We should know in three days what the next step is to get her back.” I slapped the top onto my sandwich and scooped fries onto my plate.

“I also saw Grit was here.”

I grunted and stepped back. I leaned against the counter again and popped a French fry into my mouth. “Yeah, he was here.”

“Uh, was that the Marco guy with him?” she asked.