Chapter 180: Dancing
*Your secret is safe with me. My romantic asshole. – Charlotte*
“What about yeh? What was it like growing up a Saint?”
He went through his childhood; the good and bad. His aunt, uncle and cousins being shot. Taz surviving and moving in with them. All the things that he got away with because his dad was a Saint. The constant fighting between the three kids. His mother being caught in crossfire during a robbery at a convenient store.
Losing a second mom sent Taz down a deep spiral of self destruction. Pulling herself out after the rape. He barely mentioned him killing Stinger. They had discussed it before, there was nothing more to tell.
Knuckles told her about Scrapper and how much he had finally started to mature over the past year or so. He was pretty sure that his brother had a woman that he was getting serious about. Maybe that was why he was growing up.
Nessie smiled knowingly, but said nothing. It was not her place to tell someone else’s story.
He told her about how Taz and Riffraff first got together. And finally told her about how the twins put Celt in dishwasher box on Christmas eve to propose to their mom.
Nessie laughed at the idea of a biker allowing that to happen to himself. Knuckles suggested that she get with Priscilla because he was certain she had video of it.
They continued to talk and laugh. They enjoyed having time together without her having to worry about the kitchen. Or him having to go work at the club.
For the past two weeks he had been working the dayshift for Werewolf at the security company. He was supposed to be on this assignment for another week. Knuckles told her that he was going to request to move to the dayshift permanently.
“I like going to bed and getting up with you. The early morning hour is not the best. But breakfast sure as hell is.”
“I like yeh there too.” Nessie smiled at him. “I’ve enjoyed meself. Thank yeh, *mo ghràdh*.”
“My love?” he asked after trying to translate it in his head.
“Aye.” She smiled at him. *"Tha gaol agam ort."*
“I know that one.” Knuckles said standing up and pulling her to her feet. “I love you, too. What was that song you were singing this morning?”
“Why.”
“Because I liked it.”
She gave a little laugh. “No yeh idiot. The name of the song is *Why*.”
“Oh. Yeah, I’m an idiot.” He said and she giggled. “Sing it for me?”
Nessie hummed the beginning of the song and then started to sing the song by Annie Lennox. Knuckles led her around the empty restaurant as if it were a dance floor just for them. When she reached the end of the song, he asked her what other songs she knew.
She had been singing The Unicorn Song earlier in the day and that’s what popped into her head. She gave a little laugh and tried to think of another song. Her mind kept going back to the same song.
With a grin, she started singing the song by the Irish Rovers. She sang about Noah building the ark and the unicorns playing in the rain. They were too busy playing and missed the boat.
“Now I know why there’s no unicorns.” Knuckles laughed as he continued to dance her around.
“Of course, they’re still around…” She gave a small smile at his confused look. “Narwhal.”
He chuckled softly as he pulled her a little closer with one hand moving to her ass. His other hand was on her head as she rested her cheek against his chest. Her hands moved from his shoulders to link behind his neck.
Dom and Werewolf stood against the wall watching the couple sway to music only they could hear. Knuckles kissed the top of her head before resting his chin there. He was aware that they were being watched, and that their time was probably up, but he did not care.
“How much longer are you going to give them?” Dom asked quietly.
“I’d give them forever if I could.” Werewolf admitted. “I don’t think that a little longer will make much of a difference.”
“You’ve been saying that for the past hour.” She smirked. “If I didn’t know you any better, I’d say that you were a closet romantic.”
“Don’t talk to my wife.” He suggested as Dani Li opened the front door for Celt. “She’ll tell you that I blew the door off that closet years ago.”
“What closet are we talking about?” Celt asked as he joined them.
“I said that he was a closet romantic.” Dom accused.
“Only if that closet is made of glass.” Celt said as he handed a burgundy box to Werewolf.
“You look at it?” Werewolf asked looking at the box.
“None of my business.” He said as Dani Li brought him a to go bag. “I don’t even know what Bannock bread is.”
“It’s pretty good.” She smiled. “I’ll go clear the table.”
“I guess we should go.” Werewolf admitted defeat. “Knuckles.”
The other man nodded in acknowledgement and then whispered to the woman in his arms. They kissed and then moved towards the entrance. As they passed, Werewolf slipped the small velvet box to Knuckles.
Getting in the backseat, he glanced at his phone that he left there and was surprised to see that they had been in there for nearly three hours. Meeting Werewolf’s eyes in the rear-view mirror, he smiled his thanks.
