Ride Hard (Raven Riders #1)(17)
Like, for example, you, Kenyon?
For f*ck’s sake.
Shaking away the thought, Dare elbowed his way to the table. “Y’all are a bunch of goddamned vultures,” he said, diving in for another and taking two more for good measure.
“Asshole!” Maverick yelled to another round of laughter and name calling and cookie grabbing. Put a tray of cookies out and the Ravens were like a bunch of eight-year-olds, not a clubhouse full of hard-ass bikers.
But Dare liked seeing his brothers like this—happy and just kicking back. What did he need with a family of his own to go home to, when he had these motherf*ckers to hang with and worry about?
He didn’t. Not at all. Dare had everything he needed.
CHAPTER 6
Haven sat at the kitchen table with a small plate of cookies in front of her—the product of another restless night. Her sleeplessness had been less caused by anxiety than by excitement over the shopping spree for baking ingredients that Bunny had taken her on after they’d left the mall the day before. Haven had never been given such free rein in her life. And though a part of her felt guilty for spending money that wasn’t hers, at least it was being used for the benefit of the club. She just got to have some fun along the way.
Peeking through the swinging door into the mess hall, Cora nibbled on a cookie. “They’re a huge hit with the guys. Not that I ever doubted it,” she said. “The trays are wiped clean. Annnd it’s entirely possible Phoenix just picked up a crumb off the table and ate it. The ridiculously hot idiot.”
“Wow,” Haven said, a warm satisfaction curling through her belly. “That was almost ten dozen cookies.” Not counting the ones they’d kept in the kitchen for themselves.
“Well, there were a lot of guys here tonight,” Cora said. “Not as many anymore though. It’s starting to clear out.” She ate another cookie and brushed her hands off. “I’ll go grab the trays.”
“I’ll help,” Haven said, butterflies doing a loop-the-loop inside her.
Cora smiled, but refrained from making a comment that probably would’ve had Haven second-guessing herself. They headed into the mess hall.
About a half dozen guys stood in a circle with Bunny, who gave Haven and Cora a wave and a smile. “You girls don’t have to worry about that,” she said.
“We got it, Bunny,” Haven said.
Dare looked over his shoulder, then did a double take. His eyes went wide and his gaze ran a long, slow up-and-down over Haven’s body, nearly pinning her in place. Heat filled her face. More than that, she felt hot everywhere. Part of her regretted wearing the new clothes—a second pair of jeans Bunny insisted they buy and a fitted pale-blue T-shirt—and part of her thrilled at the hungry look that suddenly came over Dare’s face. That hunger scared her, too, so she turned on her heels and rushed into the kitchen with one of the trays.
“Did you see how Dare looked at you?” Cora whispered loudly.
“Sshh! Oh, my God, shut up,” Haven whispered back. The tray clanged against the counter, sending both of them into a fit of giggles.
“You have to go back out there and get the others,” Cora said, her expression full of challenge. “It’s a roomful of people. Nothing’s going to happen.”
Heart racing, Haven planted her hands on her hips. “You think I won’t.”
Cora’s eyebrows rose and she looked at her nails and sighed, a smile playing around her lips.
Haven turned around and went back into the mess hall. It was possible that there wasn’t any oxygen in that room, though, because the minute she saw Dare again she got a little light-headed. What the heck was wrong with her? A single look should not throw a person into a complete freak-out. Then again, Haven wasn’t normal. Or, at least, she hadn’t been in a long time.
“You know you’re not expected to”—Dare gestured at the table—“work around here, right? There’s no quid pro quo.”
She slid one tray on top of the other. “Okay,” she said. “Keeping busy is good, though.”
He gave a nod, and Haven felt his gaze running over her face as if he’d touched her with his fingers. Unsure what else to say, she ducked her head and made her way back to the kitchen again. She used her back to push the door open and found Dare still watching her, those intense brown eyes following her every move.
Why was he looking at her like that? Or maybe it was just her imagination?
The swinging door cut off Haven’s view of him, and she turned and set the trays on the counter by the sink.
“Suddenly, you’re the lion after they visited the wizard!” Cora said, a big grin on her face.
“Hardly,” Haven said, filling the sink with water. Although it did feel good to do something all her instincts were warning her against doing, even if it was something totally small and unimpressive. At least, to other people it would seem that way. For Haven, being in a roomful of strangers was nearly the equivalent of going skydiv ing or bungee jumping. Actually, she’d probably be fine doing those things. It was people who scared her more than anything, because it was people who could do you the most harm.
In fact, now that she thought about it, she’d love to try skydiving someday. Imagine the thrill of the jump, the rush of the air, the once-in-a-lifetime view of the world, and the incredible pride you’d feel at having taken that chance when it was all done. So, yeah, a big kitchen of her own and skydiving. Look at her making plans, however crazy they might be.