The Biker's Fate Chapter 610

I pulled it open to find him holding two shopping bags. "Seriously?"

"Well, I told you I was hungry," I said.

"Baby, this isn't hungry, this is a week's worth of groceries for a Mormon family."

"Oh, stop," I admonished. "Just get in here."

He walked inside and set the bags on the bed. "I couldn't find any of your fancy crackers, so you get Ritz."

"Ritz is fine." I peered into one of the bags. "Was there wine?"

"Yeah. Maisie stocked up." He faced me. "But you're not supposed to be drinking."

"My dad needs to take a chill pill."

"You know, if it wasn't wine, I could say it's mine. Everyone knows I don't drink that shit."

"Oh, shit." I bit my lip. "That's actually a really good idea."

He pulled out a bottle of tequila. "Good thing I thought ahead."

I clapped my hands. "This is why you're my favorite."

He slid his hand around my waist. "That's not why I'm your favorite."

"Okay, maybe not." I stood on my tiptoes and kissed him quickly. "But it's one of the reasons."

He grinned.

"What did Gloria the Whoria want?" I asked.

"What is your deal with her?" he asked. "She's nice."

"She's a cunt unless you have a dick."

He frowned. "Seriously?"

"Seriously. I mean, she's nice to you because she wants to be an old lady and wants to fuck you. She's nice to Maisie because if she's not, she's out. She's nice to the other attached women as well, but to me, Daisy, Tillie… not so much."

Cash sighed. "I'll watch out. See what I see."

"You won't see shit," I deduced. "She's too smart for that."

"Well, if she says or does something, let me know."

I hugged him. "I might."

He kissed me gently. "What are we doin' here, Teagan?"

"What do you mean?"

"Two days ago, you bitched about being behind in tortes or some shit and needed to study. But you're here with me, not that I'm complaining, or anything, to be clear… I'm just sayin', don't you need to study?"

I wrinkled my nose and stepped back. "Way to kill the mood, buddy."

"What did you ask me to do, Teagan?"

"Not lecture me."

He crossed his arms. "Not that."

I shrugged. "I don't remember," I lied.

"You asked me to keep you focused."

"Did I?" I settled a hand on my hip and let out a quiet hum. "Weird. That doesn't sound like me at all."

He shook his head. "Look, your education is up to you, baby. But I'm here if you need me to help."

I sighed. "I know. I appreciate it. I just kinda hate it."

"You're not tied to bein' an attorney, Teagan. Talk to your dad. Do something else."

I couldn't stop an inelegant snort. "My mother's a New York Times Bestselling Author a hundred times over, my dad's one of the country's best attorneys. My siblings are all rock stars in their chosen careers, Grayson's probably going to do something fantastic. If I don't do well, I'll be seen as a failure."

He frowned. "Do you really think anyone'll think that?"

"I don't know, but the deal is we can live at home rent-free while we go to school. Otherwise, we have to pay rent or move out."

"Same deal we had, what's your point?"

"I don't want to move out. And I don't have the money to pay rent yet."

"Teagan, take a beat."

I let out a quiet huff. "You're not getting it."

"I am getting it. What you're not getting is that you can talk to your parents about switching majors. It doesn't have to be law, does it?"

"I just don't know what I want to do."

"So?"

I threw my hands in the air in frustration. "So… I'm the only one who doesn't know what they want to do, Cash."

"Baby, that's okay. You don't have to have it all figured out."

"Says the man whose whole life has been mapped out from the moment he was born," I grumbled.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You've just always been… well… you. You know what you want, you do what you want, and no one tells you otherwise."

"Newsflash, baby, you're the female version of me. Well, as far as the rest of the world is concerned."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Which part? The fact the world thinks you're just like me or the real truth that you're the polar opposite?"

"I'm not the polar opposite."

"Close enough." He smiled. "You're Teagan the Tenderhearted Turtle. You have a hard outer shell, but your underbelly's soft as a baby's ass."

I let out a quiet snort. "Is that really how you see me?"

"Abso-fucking-lutely."

I bit my lip as warm fuzzies formed in my stomach. "Sometimes I feel like you and Daisy are the only ones who get me."

"Maybe we're the only two you show your real self to."

"Maybe we're the only two to whom you show your real self," I mimicked, correcting his grammar in a sing-song voice.

Cash laughed, taking my hand, and tugging me to him. "Talk to your parents, Turtle."

"I'll think about it." I sighed, sliding my hands up his back and burying my face in his chest. "Now, shut up and pour me a shot of that plausible deniability."

With one last squeeze, he released me and opened the bottle of tequila.