Ace (Cerberus MC Tennessee Chapter #2) Read Online Marie James

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Contemporary, MC Tags Authors: Series: Cerberus MC Tennessee Chapter Series by Marie James
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Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 91212 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
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"Cora, where are you with the diced peppers?"

"Still cutting because you won't let me use the food processor," she grumbles.

"Food made with love is food made with hands," Faye snaps, but there's humor in her voice. "You, boy, grab the oil from the pantry. Cora, I need more mushrooms."

I feel the heat of her right behind me, and I have to wonder what Faye is playing at sending both of us to the pantry when one person could've gotten both items.

Maybe she can feel the electricity between us because despite what was said in that hotel room, I still catch Cora watching me, and I can't manage to keep my eyes off her for very long either.

We've spent the last couple of days circling around each other, content to be in each other's company, but it's been a fight for me. Every hour I've been here I think of a reason to reach out and touch her. If there's a strand of hair that had fallen loose I want to trace it down her face and tuck it behind her ear. If she walks beside me in the garden even though nothing has been planted yet, I want to press my palm to her back. If she's at the sink rinsing her coffee cup in the morning, I want to press my body to hers and wrap my arms around her waist.

It's simple things like wanting to put my head on her shoulder or hold her hand when we're sitting on the sofa talking about life.

I haven't heard her crying, probably because the house is more substantial than the hotel room we were in back in California, but she comes down each morning with red-rimmed eyes as if she now thinks she can't be vulnerable like that in front of me, and it makes me hate that I let things go so far. If I hadn't used that opportunity to take something for myself then maybe she'd let me be her shoulder to cry on. I want to be the one to comfort her. to assure her that I'll be there no matter what, but that would be a lie, wouldn't it?

"She's trying to set us up," Cora whispers as she reaches for several cans of mushrooms on the pantry shelf.

"Is that right?" I ask, finding myself once again incapable of not watching her mouth when she speaks.

"I'm fairly certain. She's ridiculous, and way too obvious about it."

I wish I were better at this. I'm not an idiot. I know what flirting is. I know what it takes to get a woman in bed, but I haven't exactly flexed many skills in my life that get her in bed and keep her around after.

"I think she's hilarious," I tell her, grabbing the oil from a different shelf before heading back out of the pantry.

"Of course, you do," she mutters, following me out.

"You found it that quickly?" Faye asks, a disappointed look on her face, making me realize that maybe Cora was right about her intentions.

I look back at the woman I can't get off my mind to see if she's smiling also, but she has gone back to cutting bell peppers, with nothing but a look of concentration on her face.

We haven't touched since that night in the hotel, but she did confess to me how hard today is going to be. She wants to shelter her brothers from the news about Sadie, and she feels manipulative going about it this way. I know deep down she doesn't think William had anything to do with hiring the hit, and that may be the case, but it was someone close to her. With Sadie having spent years away from the family, there could be others in her life.

The girl, although wild and troubled, still had very influential friends. It seems money breeds those who want to fight against familial expectations regularly and those outcasts tend to stick together.

Sadie very easily could've gotten herself into some trouble trying to blackmail someone she was close to because of her need to feed her addiction and they weren't going to take it, but we have to eliminate every avenue. I also hate that it may come at the expense of this family being suspected because William is too good at handling his emotions.

We work around each other for another hour, preparing food, talking, and laughing, although Cora is quieter than Faye and me. I watch Faye cook, having to switch hands often because of visible pain she's suffering. That combined with how much trouble she seems to have walking, makes me wonder just how much time she has left, and it makes my heart ache knowing that Cora will have yet another loss much too soon.

Before long, the meal is complete and William and Chris show up within five minutes of the planned time, making it very clear, at least to me, that they're here for a meal and that's it. They didn't arrive early to chat and visit, and William looked down at his watch the second he stepped inside as if verifying that he had a pre-planned amount of time he could stay before leaving again.


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