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“When I get finished with you, you’ll be riding back to Ohio in a hearse.” Lucky picked up one of the kitchen chairs, throwing it at Moon who ducked out of the way. It hit one of the crockpots sitting on the counter, tumbling it off the edge and sending oatmeal oozing onto the floor.
“I said to watch the food.” Rider pushed Lucky back before he could attack Moon again.
Moon was pissed off enough to shove Train when he tried to keep Moon from attacking Lucky. Train’s mercurial temper rose and he struck Moon in the eye, sending the two men into a fist fight while Lucky went at Rider.
“Why in the fuck are you hitting me?”
“Leave my fucking cookies alone.”
Rider began hitting him back in defense, the two barreling into Viper who was still trying to contain Shade.
“What in the fuck is going on in here?” Knox barked out, coming into the room and then tossing the brothers apart.
Lucky managed to catch himself on the kitchen counter, holding his jaw that Rider had managed to land a blow on. Straightening, he angrily started at Knox then stopped. He hadn’t lost what sense he had left to go for him.
Taking a deep breath, he managed to get control of his temper, and the other men quit fighting, looking around the destroyed kitchen.
“I’m hungry. Is there any food left?” Knox went behind the counter, searching for an unbroken plate.
“There are some paper plates in the pantry,” Raci said helpfully, snagging one of the last biscuits.
“After Knox eats, there won’t be anything left,” Rider complained, glaring at Lucky. “You already ate that big plate Willa fixed you.” He stomped to the refrigerator, pulling it open, and staring him in the face were rows of breakfast parfaits.
Lucky couldn’t help laughing at Rider’s face when he turned around, slamming the fridge shut then pointing his finger at him.
“Will someone fucking tell me how that fucking lucky bastard managed to catch the best cook in Kentucky who actually wants to wait on him hand and foot, is rich as shit, has the best tits I’ve ever seen, and from the sounds coming from downstairs, is fucking his brains out?”
Lucky gave praise to the one responsible. “I give thanks every day for her.”
Shade gave him an unnerving grin. “You’re welcome.”
Chapter 32
“Did I do something wrong?” Ginny asked tentatively.
Willa set the decorating bag down. “No, I’m sorry. I’m not in the best of tempers today.” She apologized for the silence that had continued throughout the day.
“That’s okay. I just wanted to make sure I hadn’t screwed something up.” Ginny stacked another pink box of cupcakes she had finished filling. “I’m excited about being able to cook full-time. When do you want me to start at the clubhouse?”
Willa had offered her the job as soon as she had arrived that morning before her temper cooled, and now she was regretting it. Firming her resolve, she stuck to her guns, though. “Give notice at the diner and let me know when would be good for you.”
“I’ll tell them this afternoon when I go in.” Ginny began filling another box with cupcakes. “I’m renting an efficiency apartment because I can’t afford anything bigger right now. I don’t make much waitressing, so once I start working full-time for you, I’m hoping to rent a one bedroom.”
Her chattering dissolved the rest of Willa’s ill humor.
“Can I ask you a personal question?”
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“Why don’t you like the Wests? I mean, you lived there for several years, but you avoid them when you see them at church.”
A guarded look crossed Ginny’s face as she reached for another box.
“I was just wondering since they have custody of Darcy. Her older brother Cal is living with a friend of mine, Drake Hall.”
“They never laid a hand on me or did anything inappropriate, if that’s what you’re thinking.”
“Is she safe?”
Ginny paused then began placing cupcakes into a box. “Is your husband leaving Treepoint, or is he here for good?”
Willa felt a chill go down her back at Ginny’s words.
“We’re not going anywhere.”
“Then she’s safe,” she said with a nod of her head.
“Did Lucky…?”
“Lucky saved my life. I’ll never be able to repay him for what he did. They aren’t bad people; they just have very high standards that I couldn’t measure up to.”
“I know what that’s like. I never measured up to my mother’s standards.”