Passing the Torch (Devil's Knights 2nd Generation 1)

“Is your mom making us breakfast?”

I leaned into his hand. “I’m assuming so. She’s the one who taught me how to make bacon sandwiches, though. I promise whatever she makes it’ll be good.”

“You had to be taught how to make bacon sandwiches?” Hero laughed.

I whacked him on the shoulder. “Rude,” I whined.

He grabbed my hand and pulled me close. “So what happens after your mom makes us breakfast?”

“I’m assuming they are going to head to the lake. I talked her into looking for a new cabin to buy so she would get off Dad’s back about fishing all of the time. She putters around a new cabin decorating and whatnot while Dad gets his fishing time in.”

“She fell for it hook, line, and sinker, huh?”

I closed my eyes. “Lame.” Totally a joke I would have made, though.

Hero’s palm cradled my face, and I opened my eyes.

“Let’s go eat breakfast with your parents and see what the day has in store for us.” He pressed a soft kiss to my lips. “It can’t be worse than Luna getting arrested and another waitress dying, right?”

“You’re jinxing us,” I mumbled.

Hero led the way back to the kitchen when all I really wanted to do was fall back into bed and not wake up until Sunday.

“There you two are,” Mom sang. “Dad turned on a game and the bacon is almost done.”

I smirked knowingly at Hero. I said my parents would do that exact thing. I grabbed two coffee cups and filled each. “So, what are you and Dad up to today?” I handed Hero his cup, and I opened the fridge for the creamer.

“We found a cabin with five acres the other day. We have a showing at noon. We thought we would stop by and see if you wanted to come with us.” She cleared her throat. “We didn’t know you would have company, though.”

“Where at?” Hero asked.

“Harris Lake. Best fishing around,” Dad shouted from the living room.

“We found a cute four-bedroom right on the lake.” Mom tossed two pieces of bread in the toaster. “If it looks as nice as the pictures, we’re gonna put an offer in.”

“Four bedrooms? That’s bigger than your house.”

“Tell her,” Dad boomed.

Mom cracked two eggs into the pan and sprinkled salt and pepper on them. “Uh, well, your Dad and I were thinking of, well, selling the house and just living at the cabin.”

“Really?”

Mom glanced at me. “Yeah. We think it’s time for a change.”

I couldn’t really argue with that. Mom and Dad still lived in my childhood home. It had only two bedrooms and was on a tiny lot. The house was nice, but it was definitely dated. “Falls City is an hour away.”

“And you have a car. You can come visit whenever you want,” Mom chided. “You were the one who told me to start looking at cabins, Rev.”

I had, but it was to help Dad get Mom off his back. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.” Mom flipped the eggs in the pan. “Your dad can fish all he wants, and I can spend my time decorating the place and going to the little thrift shops in town.”

“Well, I mean, that does sound kind of great for you guys.”

“Told ya,” Dad drawled.

“Oh, shut up, Brian. Come get your eggs.” Mom grabbed a plate and slid the eggs on it. Dad trudged into the kitchen. He grabbed the plate, picked three pieces of bacon, and waited ‘til Mom finished buttering the two pieces of toast.