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  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  Birds were singing, and bright sunlight streamed through the window. Stella groaned as she stretched, pulling herself out of sleep, then flipping her phone over to shut up the damnable birds.

  “Good morning,” Gabriel muttered.

  “Good morning,” she mumbled in return. It was Saturday, and though she had to work in the bakery, at least she didn’t have to work at the diner tonight. She stretched again until she thought her bones would creak, then rolled over to face him. She’d slept the sleep of the dead last night, remembering nothing after snuggling into Gabriel’s arms, and as she snuggled in again, he surrounded her in is arms.

  “This is nice,” she murmured.

  “Yes it is,” he agreed.

  She knew if she lay there very long she would go back to sleep, but she had a few moments and she intended to milk them for all they were worth. “I’m glad you stayed last night.”

  “Me too.”

  She slid her hand down his body, her eyes still closed, smiling when she felt his hardness. “Too bad we don’t have time to do something about that.”

  “Maybe later,” he murmured as she softly caressed him, making him ache for her.

  She released him, her soft caresses of his manhood starting to turn her on. “Maybe. Were you disappointed about last night?”

  “Yes and no. Yes, I wanted to make love to you, but no, I wasn’t disappointed. I thought I was leaving, remember?”

  She nodded. “I didn’t want to be alone last night.”

  He caressed her back. “I didn’t either.”

  She yawned again, then rose to kiss him. She intended it to be a quick good morning kiss, but the kiss took on a life of its own, and when she pulled back, she sighed in disappointment. “I have to get up.”

  He gave her a light and playful swat on the butt. “Yes you do, so you will stop teasing me. What will Katrina eat for breakfast?”

  “She likes scrambled eggs and toast.”

  “Oh…uh…”

  She giggled at his obvious reluctance. “She’ll also eat the same cereal I ate yesterday, so long as she has toast. You can at least make toast, right?”

  He grinned in embarrassment that he was so useless. “I think I can manage that. I think I can figure out the eggs, too, maybe.”

  She stroked his cock again. “I guess you can’t be good at everything, and I can cook.”

  He pulled her hand away. “Get your shower, then you can teach me to make eggs so the next time I’ll know how. I can make coffee, though.”

  She gave him another quick kiss. “Okay, but I don’t have enough eggs for everyone,” she said as tumbled out of bed. “Tomorrow is grocery day.”

  “Don’t worry about me. I’ll just have coffee for breakfast.”

  As she stripped out of her shirt he admired her form, hungering to touch her. “You should eat breakfast to set a good example for Katrina.”

  He didn’t know if she was teasing or not, so he decided to be safe. “Okay. I’ll have a bowl of cereal, then.”

  She nodded then strode around the bed, pressing her naked body to his and pulling his lips down for a long and lingering kiss. She slowly pulled back, watching his eyes. “I know what I want for breakfast, but we don’t have time.” She smiled at him as his eyes crinkled with a grin. “Make coffee. I’ll grab a bath, get Katrina up, then show you how to scramble eggs. Are you going to shower?”

  “No. I’m just going to get nasty working at the clubhouse. I’ll shower before I meet you at the diner.”

  “No diner tonight. Sunday morning until two. But then I’m off until Tuesday morning.”

  “What time do you get off, then?”

  “Eight. Why?”

  “Let me take you out to dinner?”

  “Gabriel, I don’t know. I don’t see enough of Katrina as it is.”

  “Bring her along. Connie, too, if you want. When was the last time someone treated you and Katrina to dinner?”

  She smiled. “It’s been a while.”

  “It’s settled, then. Will Katrina eat Italian?”

  “She likes spaghetti.”

  “How does Mosconi’s sound?”

  “That sound great, if we can get in.”

  “Let me worry about that.”

  ***

  Twenty minutes later Stella stepped into the kitchen holding a sleepy looking Katrina. “Good morning Katrina,” he said as he handed Stella a coffee with milk and sugar this time.

  “Morning,” Katrina mumbled, rubbing her eye with a small hand.

  Stella and Gabriel grinned at each other in surprise that she actually answered this time. “You want eggs for breakfast?” he asked, trying to keep the momentum going.

  “Mm-hmm,” she nodded.

  “You want to watch your mommy teach me how to make eggs?”

  She nodded again.

  “You need a small pan, from down there,” Stella instructed, nodding with her head, “and five eggs.”

  Katrina watched with rapt attention as Stella walked him through the process of making eggs. He assumed that you just cracked the eggs into a pan and stirred them around with some salt until they were cooked, but Stella had him whipping them in a bowl with milk first, then adding a healthy pat of butter to the pan. As he stirred he added salt, pepper and a sprinkle of shredded cheese.

  As the eggs cooked, she told him when to start the toast, a breakfast requirement as far as Katrina was concerned. He managed to get the eggs cooked and on the table, and the toast buttered, with minimal mess.

  “Can you say thank you?” Stella suggested as Gabriel put her plate of eggs with a slice of buttered toast, cut on the diagonal, in front of her.

  “Thank you,” she said as she picked up the toast and bit into it.

  He slid a plate with the bulk of the eggs in front of Stella and then poured up a bowl of cereal for himself before adding a splash of milk.

  “Not bad,” Stella said with an approving nod before offering him a forkful of her eggs to taste. “You like them?” she asked Katrina.

  “Good!” Katrina chirped before stuffing a spoonful into her mouth.

  “Katrina approved,” Stella teased. “You’re an expert now.”

  He thought he would hate cooking, and probably would if he were cooking just for himself. It was so easy to just run out and buy something he didn’t see the need to stand in front of a stove, but having Katrina say he eggs were good made him grin and want to cook something else for her. “Eggs and toast. I think I can handle that now.”

  “That’s good,” Stella purred in a way that made his cock twitch.

  ***

  They finished breakfast, Katrina eating all her toast but leaving a bite or two of eggs behind. As the women got ready to travel, he cleaned up, scrubbing the dishes with a handled brush before putting them in the dishwasher. She would probably have to rearrange the stuff later, but he got them all in there.

  “Let me know if Connie is going to join us, okay?” he said as he gave her a quick kiss at the door. “I’m going to make reservations for four, at 8:30. Does that give you enough time?”

  “Make it 8:45, so I have time to come home and change.”

  He nodded and kissed her again. “8:45 it is. I have to go, but I’ll be waiting for you right here.”

  This time she kissed him. “I’ll see you.”

  ***

  “You’re in a good mood,” Scratch said as he and Royal wrestled the power auger. They were making holes for the fence that was going up. Hammer and Doc were coming along behind them, setting posts and making them true, while Moose, Goon, Jaunt, Blade, Hot Rod and Scratch were mixing and pouring concrete. It was an all hands on deck project and they were kicking ass. By the time they had dug the last hole, the concrete would be set enough on the first holes to start installing the aluminum fencing.

  “I am.”

  “Got laid last night, huh?”

  Royal chuckled, digging in as the auger tried to twist out of his hand
s. “Actually no, but I had breakfast with my daughter this morning.”

  Scratch stared at him over the top of the roaring machine. “Are you shitting me? You have a daughter? Since when?”

  “Since three years ago. I didn’t even know until day before yesterday.”

  “That’s some shit! Are you okay?”

  Royal released the throttle on the auger and the bit stopped. The tape they had wrapped around the shaft was even with the ground. They worked the auger a bit, lifting the dirt out of the hole, then carried it to the next flag and started it digging.

  “Yeah. Pretty excited, actually,” he said with a big grin. “Katrina Violet, and she just beautiful. She’s mine and Stella’s.”

  “That’s the chick at the diner, the one you still have the hots for, right?”

  “It’s more than that, man. I still love her. I’d forgotten how much I do love her.”

  “So are you fucking her again?”

  Royal bit down on his annoyance, knowing Scratch didn’t mean anything by his comment. “We’re trying to work it out, yes.”

  He grinned. “I hope it works out for you, brother. I really do.”

  He couldn’t help but smile. They may be a little rough around the edges sometimes, but his brothers were all good men, and he liked them. “So do I, brother. So do I.”

  ***

  “I think we’re done, brothers,” Royal said as he poked at the still slightly soft concrete with his finger. The concrete hadn’t dried as fast as he’d hoped and he was afraid they would twist the posts out of true if they started attaching the fencing. After they’d dug the last hole, he and Scratch had spent their time moving fence sections into place so they would be ready to start in the morning, then helping set the last poles.

  Doc twisted back and forth to ease the tension in his back. “I say we take tomorrow off. Even if we get the fencing up, the gate won’t be installed until sometime next week. We’ve been kicking ass for a week now. I need a break. I’ve been too tired to fuck the old lady and she’s starting to get pissed. I’m not like you young bulls. I can’t work all day and then fuck all night. I can only do one or the other.”

  “Works for me,” Royal agreed. If he didn’t have to work tomorrow, then maybe he could do something with Stella and Katrina.

  Doc nodded in Royal’s direction. “Yeah. Go do something with your daughter. Once we get this place whipped into shape, bring her around so we can see her.”

  Royal couldn’t stop smiling. He’d taken a load of shit all afternoon about suddenly having a daughter, the brothers wondering aloud after all the fucking he’d done how many other kids he had he didn’t know about. After the teasing was done, though, they’d been uniformly supportive.

  “Yeah, well, she’s not sure about me yet. I have a lot of work to do.”

  “Just turn on that Royal charm. You get her mother on your side, she’ll come around,” Hammer teased.

  “Working on it,” Royal replied, not telling them he was taking them all out for dinner.

  Doc clapped his hands together. “Let’s get the fuck out of her before I get any stiffer.”

  “That should make your old lady happy,” Hot Rod needled.

  “Yours, too,” Doc replied with a nasty grin as the rest of the brothers laughed.

  ***

  “My, don’t you clean up nice,” Stella said as she stepped out of her car. Gabriel was standing there wearing a sport coat, casual pants with pleats, and a pair of loafers, looking like he’d just stepped out of men’s catalog.

  “I didn’t think they would appreciate the leather and the colors.”

  She grinned and gave him a quick kiss before trotting up the steps to her apartment. “Do we have reservations?”

  “We do.”

  “I need to hurry,” she said as she opened the door and hurried into her bedroom. “No peeking!” she teased as she shut the door.

  He sat on the couch, thumbing through his phone, until he heard the door open. Stella stepped out wearing a rich purple dress with a deep scoop neck that showed off her breasts perfectly without being tacky. The dressed stopped just above her knee and clung to her in all the right ways.

  “Holy shit!” he breathed just loud enough for her to hear.

  She cocked her leg into a cheesecake pose. “What do you think?”

  “I think I’m underdressed!”

  She smiled and moved over to kiss him gently on the lips. “You’re sweet. We need to go or we’re going to be late.”

  It was a tight squeeze, getting all four of them into Stella’s Civic, but they managed, and arrived at Mosconi’s with less than five minutes to spare. They were ushered almost immediately to the table, and Gabriel smiled to himself as all the men watched Stella sway through the restaurant.

  The meal started out a little uncomfortable, but as it continued the tension between Gabriel and Connie began to abate.

  “Mommy,” Katrina said pulling at Stella’s arm. “I have to go to the bathroom.”

  “I’ll take her,” Connie offered.

  “I’ve got her,” Stella said, pushing back from the table. “I have to go anyway.”

  Connie snorted out a laugh. “That’s why I offered.”

  “I’ll stay here,” Gabriel offered helpfully as all three women rose.

  “He’s certainly changed,” Connie said softly as they waited on Katrina. “He was always polite, but he always seemed like he felt like he had something to prove. Now he doesn’t act that way.”

  “So you noticed it, too?”

  “Yes.”

  Stella shook her head. “I don’t know what to do.”

  Connie shrugged and patted Stella on the hand. “Do what feels right.”

  Stella nodded then smiled, but didn’t mention he’d spent the last two nights in her bed. That’s what felt right. “That’s what I’m trying to do. He’s not making it easy, though. He’s being so thoughtful and sweet. I didn’t tell you, but he left me a $500 tip last night. I mean, I know it wasn’t actually a tip, but he really seems to want to help and be part of Katrina’s life.”

  “Then let him. I told you before you were making a mistake by not telling him. Katrina’s his child, too. He deserves to be part of her life.”

  Stella nodded as Katrina flushed.

  By the time dinner was over, she was feeling very warm and relaxed from the wine and food. They dropped Connie off at her house before they drove to Stella’s apartment. It was almost ten when Gabriel switched the car off, and Katrina was fading fast.

  “Can I carry you up the steps?” he asked as he opened her door.

  “Mommy.”

  He swallowed his disappointment and stepped aside so Stella could pick her up. “Are you coming up?” she asked as she started for the apartment.

  “Sure, for a minute.”

  He hung around in the family room, hands in pockets, unsure of what to do, while Stella got Katrina ready for bed.

  “Goodnight,” Katrina said, stepping out of her room.

  “Goodnight, Katrina,” he said with a smile as she disappeared into her room again.

  A moment later, Stella appeared. “I have to get up early tomorrow.”

  He smiled and refused to show his disappointment. “Okay. I should go.” He leaned in for a quick kiss then turned to leave.

  “I’d like you to stay,” she said suddenly.

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yes.”

  He smiled and could feel his cock beginning to firm up. “I’d like that.”

  He followed her into her bedroom and peeled off his blazer, hanging it on the doorknob. They undressed in silence, and as she hung her dress, he began to brush his teeth with a toothpaste-covered finger. She joined him in the bathroom to clean her face and brush her teeth.

  He kissed her gently on the neck and shoulder, then left her to finish, sliding into her bed. She appeared a moment later, a goddess with the bathroom light behind her making her glow. She flipped the light off and slid int
o the bed beside him.