Lucky's Choice(101)

She decided not to tag along with the men. Going up the steps, she braced herself before opening the door. They didn’t have sex out in the open during the day, did they? Willa wished she had asked Lucky that question before she came in by herself, but thankfully, the front room was empty.

“Thank you, Lord. If you could give me a couple of days before…” Willa trailed off, unsure whether it was appropriate to ask God not to let her see any of the members have sex until she grew used to living in the house. Then she worried that God could hear her thoughts. She decided to add that question to her list—if He could hear their thoughts.

Hearing voices in the kitchen, she went in that direction then remembered when she had come in the clubhouse with Shade. Slowly opening the door, she peeked around the corner, seeing the room filled with the members.

Lily and Beth were putting food on the counter, Raci and Stori were cooking, and Rider was setting out drinks. Willa went through the door, enjoying the smell coming from the kitchen. The platter of fried chicken looked mouthwatering and doomed the diet she had promised to start today. Fried chicken was her weakness. She made sure she never went into the diner the day it was on special.

“Hi, Willa.”

Both Lily and Beth came from behind the counter to welcome her. Then Winter stood from the table, handing her a vase of flowers without meeting her eyes.

“Thank you.” Willa blushed, remembering the last time she had seen her.

“We all wanted you to know how much you’re welcomed and that we’re looking forward to having you live here,” Lily enthused.

“It’s going to be really nice when we add her name to the chore list,” Rider said then winced as Ember elbowed him in the ribs.

“What? It’s the truth. One less week I have to do the dishes. It’s not like we aren’t all thinking the same thing.”

“I’m not thinking that,” Lily protested.

Beth glared at Rider. “Me, either.”

“I am. I hate the fucking dishes.” Jewell picked up a chicken leg, biting into it.

“I hate clothes,” Raci admitted, “but I’m still glad you’re here.”

Willa laughed. “I don’t mind chores.”

Lucky came up from behind her, placing his arm around her shoulder. “Just make sure that you don’t do everyone else’s.”

“I’ll try.” Willa didn’t want to make promises she couldn’t keep.

“Let’s eat before it gets cold.” Viper walked around them, taking a plate from the large stack.

Willa got in line with Lucky, filling her plate sparingly with only a chicken thigh and a scoop of potatoes.

Before she could move down the line, Lucky placed a chicken breast on her plate. “I know it’s your favorite.”

She was doomed to have a big ass until she died. She tried to remember how many carbs green beans had then didn’t think it mattered, considering the fried chicken. While Lucky lagged behind at the apple cobbler, Willa steered clear, going through to the dining room after seeing the kitchen table was full.#p#分页标题#e#

Searching for a place to sit, she saw Viper and Winter sitting at a large, round table where Bliss and Raci were also sitting. There were two empty chairs, so Willa set her plate at the table. She was pulling the chair out when Bliss rose, carrying her plate away without a word and sitting down at another table.

“Did I do something wrong?”

Winter cast Bliss an angry frown. “No, have a seat.”

Lucky came up next to her, taking the other empty chair.

“Something wrong?” Lucky asked when she didn’t sit down.

“No.” Willa would ask Bliss later if there was a problem. She had always been friendly with the woman and couldn’t understand why she had left the table.

Willa observed her laughing and joking with Train and Rider who shared her table.

“What do you think?” When he placed his hand on her arm, she realized her husband was talking to her.

“What about?”

“Viper and the brothers are going for a ride after dinner; want to go with them?”

Willa knew he was anxious to be back on his motorcycle.

“I want to get unpacked. You go ahead.” The memory of Bliss’s butt on the back of his bike would forever be ingrained in her memory, so there was no way she was getting on a bike with him. After all, she didn’t want the person who came up behind her on Lucky’s bike to have nightmares.

When she finished, she carried her dishes into the kitchen and washed them off, not wanting to interrupt the others talking at the table.

Raci placed her dishes in the sink on top of hers. “It’s Ember’s turn to do the dishes.”