She nodded before turning her attention behind us. “Honey?”
Hansen, who had been in a man-huddle with Cody and Elden—there had been a lot of those lately. I tried not to be a narcissist and think they were about me. This was an outlaw motorcycle club… They had a lot of things on their plate.
“Yeah, babe?” he replied, instantly looking up.
“Would you be a dear, and go and fetch Kate and I two coffees from Oliver’s?” she asked sweetly as her eyes found mine. “Are you hungry?”
My stomach growled, my throat still throbbing but finally able to handle swallowing real food.
I nodded. “But I can just make—”
“And two of those almond croissants he has that I’d almost sell Xander for!” she called out to him, not listening to me.
I pursed my lips. Those croissants were amazing.
“Babe,” Hansen whined, staring at her. “I’m a busy man. I’m the president of this fuckin’ club, I can’t drop everything to go on a fuckin’ coffee run for you.”
Macy linked her arm with mine. “If you could take them to the place, Kate’s surprise place, that would be great,” she added while walking us out. “Love you!”
A manly chuckle followed in our wake.
Because I wasn’t brave enough or strong enough, I didn’t fight Macy. Plus, I really wanted a croissant.
I tried not to think of Swiss as we walked out.
I failed.