he came over to the table and dropped a kiss on Bianca’s forehead. “It’s cursed. I had a major run of bad luck after I touched that thing.”
“Somewhere along the line, you got some good luck,” she joked as she grabbed hold of his cut and pulled him closer to her body.
Meredith cleared her throat. “You’ll have to forgive the two of them. They’re a little sickening right now. Let’s go get you some breakfast.”
It was on the tip of Jessica’s tongue to refuse again, to tell this new woman she had just met that she wasn’t really hungry. She was going to do that until her stomach picked that precise moment to growl loudly. “Guess I’m pretty hungry,” she laughed, her face burning with embarrassment.
“What can I get for ya? We have just about everything here, and almost everybody eats something different for breakfast. I’m on a toast and strawberry jam kick right now,” she talked as she moved around the kitchen area.
“I’ll have that too, then. Please don’t go to any trouble for me.”
“It’s really not any trouble,” Meredith smiled.
“Is Tyler your husband?” she tried to make conversation as she watched Meredith put four pieces of toast in a double toaster.
“We’re committed to one another. Some people call it marriage; others just call it a committed relationship. We don’t really like to put a label on it.”
That kind of reminded her of Hollywood. A lot of women her age were having children with men that they barely knew and kept saying they were in a “committed relationship”. She got the feeling that in this place the phrase was completely different.
She kept her reply noncommittal. “As long as the two of you are happy.”
“We are. Very happy!”
The two of them stood in silence, Meredith humming along as she pulled two Styrofoam plates out of a cabinet along with two empty glasses. “Do you want orange juice?”
“Sounds good.” Jessica noticed that she had seen most members of the club since she had gotten up, but she had yet to see Layne. “Do you know where Layne is?”
“He and Tyler went to work out, which means they’re beating the shit out of each other. They like to box.”
That wasn’t surprising; Layne had always seemed to be a hands on kind of guy. “Will they be doing it for very long?”
Meredith checked her watch. “They’ve already been out there for over an hour. Hopefully they’ll be done soon. Tyler and I have an appointment.”
Those last words were almost drowned out as the two sweaty men in question made their way into the kitchen, both breathing heavily, chugging on water bottles. Jessica had never been so starstruck, even in a room full of actors…these men were the real deal.
Chapter Five
“S o what do you do on a normal day?” Jessica asked as she ate her toast and drank the orange juice Meredith had poured for her.
Layne glanced up from the bagel and bacon he ate, almost like her question scared him. “Ya know, the usual.”
She laughed. “No, I don’t know what the usual is. Remember? I’ve never been here before.”
Did he tell her what they really usually did? Protection runs to help in the drug and gun trade, escort strippers out of strip joints, shake down a few people if they were paid enough money? “I usually work at the shop,” he told her. “Ya know, mostly oil changes, tire rotations, things like that. I have to go work there today, actually. Will you be okay by yourself?” Funny that he hated liars—what a hypocrite he turned out to be.
Being by herself didn’t really appeal to her, but she knew that he also had a life that he had to live. To be honest, she had completely barged in on it, and she couldn’t be mad at him if he had things to do. “I will be. I actually have some things I need to do too. Is there Wi-Fi here? I need to hook up to the internet.”
He nodded and pointed towards another man who sat at the table. “Steele can get you whatever you need.”
“Okay, then I