“Where are the baking pans?” Willa turned the oven on to preheat then set her coffee cup down when Ember pointed to a lower cabinet.
Ember and Raci both watched as she pulled out two baking sheets then went to the refrigerator and pulled out the bacon. It took Willa no time to spread out the bacon on the baking sheets then slide them in the oven.
“Is it going to taste the same? The men can be picky.”
Willa stared down at the fatty mess that Ember had cooked. “The men won’t notice the difference,” she lied. Her own name wasn’t on the chore list for four weeks, and it was going to be hell for her. She had only been there three days, and each morning, she had watched instead of helping the way she wanted.
Winter stood up from the table to pour herself another cup of coffee.
“I’m on kitchen duty next week.”
Willa nodded her head absently, watching as Raci filled a kettle with boiling water.
Willa couldn’t help herself. “Are you going to boil eggs with that?”
“Yes. Why?”
“If you have a muffin tin, you can bake them in the oven, too.”
As Raci dumped the water back into the sink, going for the cabinet, Winter cleared her throat, drawing Willa’s attention back to her.
“Because I have to be at school so early, I have to get up at four-thirty to cook breakfast before I leave. I saw you down for laundry in three weeks. We can switch if you want. I can do that when I get home from work,” she said.
“Are we allowed to switch?”
Winter frowned. “Allowed?”
“We don’t get in trouble?”
Ember and Raci both stopped what they were doing to stare at her.
“We don’t get in trouble,” Winter explained. “We’re not children, and we’re not in boot camp. If you don’t do a chore, someone else usually steps up and takes care of it. The only time someone gets in trouble here is if you hurt someone within the club or show disrespect.”
“Disrespect?”
“Like, for example, you can’t tell Viper to go fuck himself. Only I can do that.” Winter smiled. “Seriously, Willa, we’re pretty laid-back. So, do you want to switch?”
“I would love to.”
“You just made my day. I get to keep my regular schedule next week.”
Willa didn’t notice Raci and Ember rolling their eyes behind her back.
“Is there any way to bake oatmeal in the oven?” Ember asked.
“Sorry, no, but you can do it in a crockpot. It’s too late to do it today, but you can start it tonight when you go to bed, and it will be ready in the morning.”
Ember’s disappointed expression brightened. “I’ll do that.”
The side door opened, and Lucky came into the kitchen at the same time several of the other members came to eat. The kitchen became crowded, so Willa moved out of the way, watching as her husband fixed his plate. When he sat down, she poured him a cup of coffee and placed it in front of him.#p#分页标题#e#
“Thank you.” Lucky tugged her down for his morning kiss.
Willa straightened when he was done, blushing at the show of affection in front of the other men and women.
“You have a busy schedule today?” he asked, beginning to eat.
“Yes,” Willa answered, moving to lean against the refrigerator as Winter, Viper, and Rider sat down to eat.
Shade and Lily came in the backdoor, and Willa melted when she saw Shade carrying his son. She and Lily had started driving in to the church together in the morning.
When Raci took the bacon out of the oven, Willa took two pieces for Lucky, setting them on his plate. Winter, who was chewing her own piece, lifted her brow as Jewell sat down at the table next to Winter.
“Aren’t you eating?” her husband asked, looking over his shoulder at her.
“I already ate.” She had eaten an apple while she had watched the women cook.
Willa poured Lucky a glass of orange juice, setting it down next to his plate.
“Do you always wait on Lucky?” Winter asked, her toast poised at her mouth.
Willa smiled down at her husband. “A wife serves her husband’s needs.”
The room went silent.
Jewell put her fork down on the table. “You’re kidding, right? Do you know what century this is?”
“I know it’s old-fashioned, but I like to make sure Lucky has a good breakfast. It’s the most important meal of the day. My mother would get up every morning and fix my father’s breakfast, and they were married thirty-seven years,” Willa boasted. “They never spent a night apart, and they were very much in love. They were so much so that they never planned on having children, content with each other.”