Biker's Claim The Broken Angel is Mine (Cora and Jake) novel Chapter 108

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Chapter 108

Demetri POV

Time flew by. I was with Hacker, in the security room, or as Cora calls it, Hacker’s office and bedroom, because he can often be found asleep at his console. Poor man gets lost in his work; he doesn’t know the time of day and thinks he needs a girlfriend so he can be less obsessive about his computer work.

Who am I to talk?

I have been work–obsessed since I lost my Dianne, driven to keep busy, to hide away the pain that caused me, that didn’t go away over time, as everyone said it would. just found was fantasising about finding her and claiming her again, but then fate intervened and took her from me completely. My poor Dianne, she deserved so much better than she got.

Shaking my head to get it back on task, thinking about what could have been, doesn’t do anyone any good.

“See this drone? I have modified it to fly further, adjusting this and tweaking that, the signal….” Hacker went on about specs and detailed work, which we have talked about possible uses outside of this job, maybe building them and selling them to a special market. Hackers are more interested in the building

and creative side than in business.

A knock at the door had both of us turning to the screen showing who was outside.

There was the woman, standing on the other side, with a tea trolley, who was the angel I saw earlier; her

name was????

Ah.

Scones.

Hacker pushed a button, and the telltale click of the door unlocked echoed in the room. I couldn’t take my eyes off the screen until she disappeared and reappeared inside, where I drank her in. Scones looked even better than yesterday, her hair brushed into a neat bun, no flour on her face, which I thought had made her adorably cute, she still had an apron on, but this was had flowers decorating it, no flour or grime on this one yet, to me her soiled apron, showed she worked hard and didn’t care about her looks while working, this change showed she was had cleaned up a little, outside they must be having dinner, because on the trolley was food, and drink.

“Hacker, do you usually get your meals brought in?” I asked with a chuckle, before noticing she had brought two plates, one for me, I guess.

“Actually, Scones often brings me a plate of something. She knows I get lost in my work and lose track of time. If it weren’t for Scones, I would have starved to death a long time ago. She’s like a second mother to me, fussing over me and keeping me alive and sane. Scones does this with all of us who live in the clubhouse, ensuring we are fed and taking breaks.” I hadn’t expected that, but it didn’t surprise me. Scones looked like a woman who cares for those around her.

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“What fur dinner, Scones? Demetri here had been keeping me so busy, I have an appetite today.” I looked at him, searching for meaning behind that comment. But found none.

“Roast chicken and roast root vegetables and greens, mushroom gravy. Dessert is apple and rhubarb crumble with custard. Enjoy” Scones finshed her spiel and went back out the door before I could stop her, and then she was gone again. I need to speak with her at some point and let her know my interest. But I need to think about how to approach her feel she might be interested too, but her change of apron and freshening up.

“Scones has gone all out, look even a little decoration, and one plate looks like more care was put in the

arrangement, guess you are going to be hanging around us a bit more.” Hacker said, taking the smaller

plate, that it looked like the food had been placed on the plate in a hurry, not with the care the second, larger plate showed.

“What are you trying to say, that Scones finds me interesting?” I asked bluntly, hoping he wasn’t pulling my

chain.

“Yes, she definitely is. She never changes her apron during the day or bothers to freshen up, and dinner has only just started. Scones would wait till the end of dinner to bring me some leftovers, this, my friend.”

Hacker said, pointing to the food with his fork.

“It’s not leftovers, not even close to being leftovers. Look at the meat. She had carefully cut the best parts for you. I hope you are a breast man, and it’s the start of dinner, not late at night, when she noticed I never came to dinner. All this adds to her interest, and besides, there are two plates. Yours and mine, she knows you are here, and made sure you ate, and had another look at you, while she delivered it. Dessert: although it is not rare for her to make some, she never brings it up to me. If I want it, I would have to go to the kitchen and hope for leftovers. No, this is a first–class meal, made with care, and delivered to our door.” He smugly smiled at me as I devoured the meal. The meat was juicy, not dry like a chicken breast often can be. The root vegetables were cooked just the way I like them, not too soft. I like mine to have a little crunch still. The crumble was to die for; I could easily eat another portion.

“Scones knows how to cook, and in bulk, it can’t be easy to prepare for a club full of members, and not know how many would show up at the table,” I commented softly, as I wiped my mouth with the napkin, and patted my overfull stomach with contentment.

“Yes, we rarely have anyone go hungry. It’s almost like Scones can predict how many will show up and always puts plates in the warmer if some she knows should be there haven’t shown up yet, or is in a meeting, before putting the rest to cool before placing it in the fridge for anyone to snack on later. Scones are used to make a lunch box for anyone who might need one, as she did for Cora for a little while. Scones will be missed when she moves out. The other ladies don’t do half as well as Scones does.” Hacker put his empty plates back on the trolley and picked up the small pot, pouring out coffee into the two mugs for us

both.

“Moving out? Where is she going?” I panicked, Scones leaving, I only just found her, no, she can’t leave yet. “Relax, I was talking about when she moves in with you, I can already see the signs, it was like when Cora

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eame here, and Gunner was smittened, you can tell by the eyes and body language, but don’t take too long,

we don’t dawdle in this club, and once the men know you are intersted, they might put up barriers, not because they don’t want you and Scones together, but because they will not have a fulltime cook in the kitchen when that happens.” Hacker went back to his work I watched for a while, but that trolley sitting by the door kept calling to me to take it back to the kitchen.

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