Chapter 147: Wedding Cake
*The twins have decided that you and I are getting married at the Shack. Next month. You were right and I wasn’t quick enough. – Mia*
The kitchen had become Knuckles hangout especially when Nessie was cooking. He enjoyed her company and talking to her. He loved hearing her accent and he was getting better at understanding her when she was excited.
First plate of food was also nice.
Tonight, she was putting the finishing touches on the wedding cake for tomorrow. Celt had asked Mia to marry him at Christmas. Her ten-year-old twins decided that they should get married on St. Patrick’s Day, since his name was Celt.
Everyone expected him to say no since it was his birthday. He simply said that he just needed to know when and where to show up. The twins had taken over planning the wedding, except for the reception. Nessie told them to take a hike.
Literally.
Her exact words had been, “Turn yer arses around and take a hike out that door. I’ve got the reception.”
Everyone had been shocked at her anger. She was usually very laid back and rolled with whatever was going on. But the twins walking into her kitchen and telling her what to do, ticked her off.
In the month that she’d had her kitchen, she had laid down a few rules that she did not bend. The first one was that no one told her what to do in her kitchen. The second was that when the club girls were working for her, they were hers and no one else.
Chance learned this lesson the hard way. He had snuck into the kitchen one time when he was at the Shack. Nessie chased him out with two chef’s knives advising the next time, highland oysters would be on the menu.
Currently, Knuckles sat on a stool at the center workstation eating cake that she had removed to level it off. He watched as she placed the last few details on the four-tier cake.
“What’s going there in the center?” he asked motioning to the large empty space between tiers two and three.
“Fresh flowers and clovers.” She said wiping her brow and inadvertently wiping icing onto her face. Nessie looked up at his chuckle. “Finding flowers funny, are yeh?”
“No.” Knuckles said standing up and walking around the table towards her.
Cupping her cheek, he tipped her face upwards and wiped off the white icing. They stood there for a moment, staring at each other.
“This is a bad idea.” He murmured just before leaning down and pressing his lips to hers. It was just a light sip, which led to another and then another deeper kiss.
At the lightest encouragement, she opened her mouth and her tongue met his. He pushed his hand into her braided hair as his other rested at her lower back pulling her to him.
Her own arms snaked around his neck, tube of icing and all. Giving a little mewing sound, she sank into the kiss, pressing her body against his.
“Sorry.” A gruff voice said from the doorway before telling someone in the hall to get something to drink from the bar.
Knuckles broke off the kiss and rested his chin on her head. This time when the door opened, he turned and saw Tank.
“You know you’re a dead man, right?” Tank asked.
“Pretty sure I am.” Knuckles agreed.
“As long as you know.” Tank said as he stepped back out of the room.
Nessie stepped back and sat the icing down before pulling his hand in front of her. She looked at his palm for a moment.
“You need to go.” She whispered dropping his hand and walking into her office, closing the door behind her.
Knuckles stood there for a second trying to process what just happened. He then went and knocked on the door before opening it. The office was empty, she had slipped out the other door into the hallway.
Quickly, he tried to follow her. Cookie stopped him at the end of the hallway. “Not sure what she’s running from, but I’m guessing it’s you.”
“Cookie-"
“Nope. A woman who won’t cry needs space. Let her have it.” The large black man said pulling the other man towards the bar. With a glance over his shoulder at the disappearing figure on the stairs, he went with his brother.
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