Her CEO Stalker and Her Second Chance Mate (Adelaide) novel Chapter 63

Chapter 63

Carter

When we passed Miranda’s place, I couldn’t help but glare through the window with a go fuck yourself and eat

shit look. I heard her come but behind us and felt her seething stare on our backs, and I just knew my baby boy

was glaring at her for me over Briar’s shoulder, right back at her. I shouldn’t have riled her, but right now, I was

high on life so I draped my arm over Briar’s shoulder for good measure; who was none the wiser as we turned the

corner. No doubt, Miranda would be spewing shit to her crew in no time. She could go right ahead. Miranda could

go fuck herself. This Beta was gonna put them all in their places. I was convinced she was just bitter, nobody

wanted her troublesome ass.

When we got to the bakery, I took Tucker from Brair’s arms, and she dug into her backpack over my shoulder for

her wallet. I waited for her on the street. The bakery would be quiet this time of the evening anyway. She came

back with a bag full of loaves. I eyed her.

“Don’t judge me, I like good bread. My mama used to make it from scratch and I don’t think I can go back to

generic over processed shit.” I snorted, and we made our way back to the truck. The animals and Briar settled into

the cab. I went inside, and Sis handed me the bags.

“I put some extras in there, lil bro,” she said with a wink. I thanked her and climbed back into the truck. I took us

just out of town to a secluded overlook. On the weekends, the teenagers frequented this place, but right now, it

was empty, just us looking out at the valley sprawled below. The setting sun cast its last rays through the

mountains as the sky became painted in vibrant shades of pinks, purples, and ambers.

“It’s beautiful,” Briar said, admiring the view after I helped her take a seat on the tailgate.

“It is,” I agreed, hopping up next to her. Tucker had curled up beside her, and Rosie was nose deep into something as she sniffed around the bushes. I passed out the food and beer, and we ate silently, enjoying the view and companionable company. Briar ate slowly, like the mere effort to chew nauseated her. I couldn’t tell her, as much as I wanted to, what was causing her problems, I just knew it was easier for her when I was around, so I shifted, resting my knee just barely against hers. A soft sigh escaped her. And she stopped pushing her food around with

the plastic fork and ate more steadily.

When we were done, I peeked in the extra bag and grinned, pulling out two slices of turtle pie. Drizzled with

caramel and sprinkled with nuts over the whipped cream peaks. I passed her a slice, and she set her empty container to the side. She took it and dug in, and I paused my fork to my mouth when I heard her groan of

approval. The sound put my dick on attention and I shifted into a more comfortable position. I’d have to be sure I

was around enough to ensure she ate properly. Four days was too long, at least, at this point in her body’s healing.

Once she got to eating she had no problem putting the food away.

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This should be outlawed,” she grumbled through a mouthful of pie.

“Yeah, it’s my favorite at the diner, it’s actually our Gran’s recipe,” I let her know. She nodded approvingly. When

she had polished off the pie she sat back on her elbows, stretching out. No doubt to ease the strain on her

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