The Devil in Her Soul (Heartless Devils Motorcycle Club Book 3) Read Online Free PDF Page B

something light and healthy, the way Jenny cooked, but decided to go with what he knew.
     
    “I’ll be back,” he said as he moved toward the door.
     
    “Where’re you going?”
     
    “Shopping. Everything is frozen. I won’t be but a minute.”
     
    When he let himself back in, Jenny barely looked up from her task. He carried the plastic bag of ground chuck and potatoes in the kitchen, and as quietly as possible, began preparing the meal.
     
    “You ready to eat?” Asher asked ninety minutes later.
     
    “What? Oh! Yeah.” Jenny looked at the clock on the wall. “Is it really almost six?”
     
    “It is,” he confirmed shoving a book out of the way with a plate before setting it at his place, holding the other plate until Jenny moved her computer.
     
    “Is this meatloaf?”
     
    “What? Don’t you like meatloaf?”
     
    She tried to hide her disappointment. She appreciated Asher preparing the meal so she could study, but meatloaf? “It’s fine.”
     
    Asher bit down on his annoyance. He was looking forward to some real food, meatloaf with creamed potatoes, instead of the highbrow, froufrou food Jenny normally ate. “Before you decide you don’t like it, you should try it first.”
     
    “I’m sure it’s fine,” she said as she cut a chunk from the piece on her plate. She had to admit it smelled good and was covered in a thick red sauce with bits of onion and green pepper showing, but the only time she had tried meatloaf was in the school cafeteria and she had found it less than appetizing.
     
    Asher plunked one of two beer bottles in front of her as he sat down. “No wine with meatloaf. I looked it up. It’s against the law.”
     
    She sniggered and, after blowing the steaming piece of meat cool, popped it into her mouth. She was determined to show no reaction, not wanting to hurt his feelings, but her eyes opened wide at the tangy sauce and the rich, complex, meaty flavor. “Oh, wow! That’s surprisingly good!”
     
    “See.”
     
    “I didn’t think I liked meatloaf, but I like this!”
     
    As she ate, she could feel her spirits rising, the hearty meal warming her and boosting her energy level. When Asher had set the plate in front of her she didn’t think there was any way she could eat the entire portion, but she cleaned her plate, and even cut herself another thin slice.
     
    “Oof! I’m stuffed,” she said as she pushed the plate away from her. They had taken their time with the meal, talking about everything and nothing, and the break had cleared her mind and buoyed her determination.
     
    “I’ll clean up while you get back to work,” Asher said as he rose, picking up the two plates.
     
    She picked up Asher’s empty bottle and her own, nearly empty bottle, as she came to her feet. “I’ll help. I need to move around some anyway.”
     
    With quick, efficient motion, they set about the task of cleaning up the kitchen. “Are you and Dad getting along better?” Jenny asked as Asher rinsed and passed the dishes to her to place in the dishwasher. She was better at dishwasher Tetris so he normally rinsed and she loaded.
     
    “Well enough.”
     
    “That wasn’t exactly a ringing endorsement.”
     
    “No. I guess not. He’s still not exactly thrilled that we’re sleeping together.”
     
    “I don’t think it’s the sleeping that bothers him,” she said with a giggle.
     
    He snorted as his lips twisted into a sideways smile. “No. You’re probably right.”
     
    “I don’t know what his problem is.”
     
    “He doesn’t want you involved in the club. I agree. You have a lot going for you and you don’t need the stigma of being attached to the Devils following you around.”
     
    Jenny paused in the loading of the dishes. “What does that mean?”
     
    “What?”
     
    “That I don’t want the ‘stigma of the Devils following me around.’”
     
    “Nothing. Just that, well, you know how some people think about motorcycle clubs – that we’re