Firestorm (Sons of Templar MC #2)(65)
“Whose old lady are you?” I asked in between bites. I was seriously surprised to see I had inhaled almost the entire plate in under five minutes.
Macy’s smile dimmed slightly. “No one’s yet, but I’m just waiting for them to realize what a perfect old lady they have under their noses. They just aren’t ready.”
“They? Or is there someone in particular?” I asked, picking up the meaning behind her words. The fact that this meant she was effectively a club girl didn’t faze me; she was sweet and fed me freaking amazing French toast. How could I judge her?
Macy paused a second, looking almost sad. I’d known her for all of fifteen minutes but I could tell that expression was unwelcome on her pretty face.
“Hansen. He’s just so freaking stoic and he never does anything with women. I started to think he was gay, until...” Macy petered off.
I sat up, reveling in the girl talk. “Until...” I pressed.
Macy put her plate to the side and I got the gravity of the situation. There was still half a plate of food on there; you didn’t put that down lightly.
“Well, one night I stayed late to clean up the kitchen and there was no one around, so I had my headphones on and was dancing and singing and stuff. Next thing I know he’s right there, staring at me. I took out my headphones to say something, something stupid most likely, but he marches up to me and kisses me.” She gave me a meaningful look. “I mean kissed me. There was no doubt about his sexuality after that. I thought I got pregnant off that kiss.”
“So what happened after?” I asked, getting into this story and wanting these two people to get together. They would if I had anything to do with it.
Macy looked seriously sad and it was all I could do not to gather her up into my arms. That was saying something. I’m not a hugger. “Nothing. He just stopped, then basically ran out of the room. He’s been avoiding me ever since. And when I tried to talk to him he was just downright mean. Talk about mixed signals.”
I felt for the poor girl. I found it hard to imagine the man who had just carefully tended to my wounds and successfully dealt with an alpha male with unnatural testosterone levels being mean to a five foot nothing beauty like Macy.
She definitely didn’t look like a club girl. She was short and petite with pixie cut chocolate black hair and tanned skin. She was wearing a lace mini dress with a printed kimono overtop and knee length tan boots. She was a knockout and I didn’t get why Hansen would screw her around. But these men were weird. And a lot more complex than they seemed on first glance.
Before I could console her Macy plastered a smile right back on her face.
“You don’t need me unloading on you—we need to get some positive vibes in here.” She held up a laptop. “Now of course I am open to any and all online shopping possibilities that this baby presents, but I also have a plethora of movies for us to choose from. We’ve got some of the classic chick flicks—Dirty Dancing, Pretty Woman, Bridesmaids. And if you are feeling like watching a chick kick some serious ass we could totally watch Underworld. Kate Beckinsale is my ultimate girl crush. I want to be her and sleep with her simultaneously.” She paused. “Well, if I was a lesbian, of course. But I feel like if you met someone that attractive in person who could pull off skintight leather, you’d be whatever she wants you to be, ya know?” Macy babbled.
I blinked at the rapid conversation and found it comforting and strangely similar to Gwen’s ramblings. “Mine’s Scarlett Johansson but I totally get yours. Gotta love girls that kick ass. I think I’m taking kickboxing classes when my legs heal,” I pondered and ignored the almost physical recoil my body had at the prospect of exercise. The idea of being able to properly defend myself was hugely enticing.
“Okay, Underworld it is,” Macy declared, moving her chair and setting up the laptop.
“How do you think she moves like that in that outfit?” Macy asked, tilting her head as if an alternate viewing angle would provide the answer.
“Hmm, I don’t know. I give her serious props for it though. I feel like I would walk like the Tin Man in something that tight.”
A clearing of a throat interrupted our pondering. Brock stood at the door, flanked by Lucky and Bull. “Hey guys,” I greeted, smiling.
Bull gave me a chin lift., “Hey darlin, you’re looking better.”
My mouth dropped open. He not only spoke but his face looked slightly warm, and I’m pretty sure his mouth was curled into a small smile. Before I could return this positively articulate and warm greeting from my usually broody friend Lucky interrupted.
“Holy shit, is this Underworld? Why didn’t you guys tell me you were watching it? This chick is f*ckin’ hot. Plus she kicks some serious ass.” Lucky pushed through the doorway to perch himself on the arm of Macy’s chair, peering intently at the screen.
“We’ve already had this conversation,” I told him.
“And discussed our change in sexual orientation if we ever met her in person,” Macy added casually.
Lucky went quiet and moved his gaze from the screen to dart between both of us, mouth agape. “Holy shit. Well, isn’t that the best visual I’ve had since ever.”
“You wanna keep your tongue I suggest you stop right there, brother, and can whatever thoughts you got of my woman,” Brock growled, coming to sit on the bed next to me.