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 That s all I ask.
My heart squeezes as I lean down and kiss her lips. For the first time ever I find myself sleeping
with someone who s committed to me and it feels fucking amazing.
AUBREY
After one last kiss, I push myself away from the couch and out of Zach s arms. I can t believe we
defined our relationship into more. It s crazy. Never in a million years would I have ever believed
Riff of Black Falcon would be the man to crave and commit to a relationship with me.
 Where are you going? Zach grabs my wrist.
I turn and smile at him.  I m going to take a shower.
 Okay don t be too long. He smirks as he smacks my bare ass.
I giggle as I head towards the bathroom and stop short of the shattered lamp that s still lying on
the floor. His father triggers instant rage in him. I m not sure why Zach owes his father money, but
whatever the reason, it seems to tear him up every time he calls.
 I ll clean all that up, Zach says behind me as he places both hands on my shoulders.  I swear
I ll replace everything I broke.
I nod and pat his hand.  Okay.
I want to bombard him with questions but I know it s too soon. Someone like Zach cannot be
pushed.
His warm lips place a light kiss on the side of my neck.  I promise.
After my shower I come out of the bathroom to find my apartment clean. You would never know
a wrathful hurricane came through here. The aroma of some sort of mouthwatering food fills the
apartment and I find myself drawn towards it. Zach s stands in the kitchen over my stove stirring a
steaming pot.
It s an odd sight, really. One of the world s hardest rockers appearing all domesticated in my
kitchen, cooking dinner, no less. His rough exterior of all the tattoos makes me think more of Ozzy
Osbourne than Martha Stewart. All he s missing is a polka-dotted apron.
He glances up and smiles when catches me watching him intently.  I figured you might be hungry
after working all day.
 I m starving, I say as I sit on the stool at the bar and watch him work.
Zach sticks a fork into the pot and brings one of the spaghetti noodles up the side and cuts it in
two.  This was how my mom taught me to check if the noodles were cooked thoroughly. If they cut
apart with ease, they re done.
 Good tip. I wish I knew how to cook.
He places a strainer in my sink.  Maybe I can teach you all my mad skills. Mom taught me a ton
of helpful little tips before she passed.
That s the first time I d ever heard Zach talk fondly about his mother and that makes me curious
about her.  Can I ask you something?
He grabs the pot handles with some dishtowels and carries it over to the sink to strain the water
off the noodles.  Shoot.
I swallow hard, knowing this might not be a place he wants to go with me yet.  What happened
to her?
He pauses for the briefest second and then shakes the rest of the noodles out of the pot.  She
killed herself soon after Hailey died.
I gasp and grab my chest.  I m so sorry. That had to be hard on you.
He nods as he carries the pot full of strained noodles back to the stove and dumps the simmering
red sauce over the noodles and begins to stir.  It was. Losing them both so close was almost more
than I could bear. I almost didn t make it myself. It was a very dark time in my life.
I lean my elbow up on the counter.  What brought you out of it?
He opens the cabinets searching for plates.  Trip mainly, and Tyke. Music the way I could
lose myself in it. It helped me forget how shitty my life was, still does to this day.
 Are things still bad for you now? I wonder out loud.
Zach shrugs as he fills two plates full.  It s getting better, or at least right now it feels like it is.
I smile as he sets a plate of spaghetti in front of me.  Thank you. It looks amazing. I have to say
this is a first for me.
He sits beside me.  What is?
 A man has never cooked for me before. You re full of surprises.
He winks at me, like there s more up his sleeve before taking a bite of food.  Sorry there s no
meat in it. You didn t have any hamburger. Tomorrow I ll go shopping for us and cook for you while
I m here. Hopefully I can teach you a thing or two.
 I d like that. I twirl a noodle around my fork and pop it into my mouth.  Mmmm. This is so
good.
He grins.  I m glad you like it.
The question of what s happened in his past still lingers on my mind. If his mother killed herself
over the grief of the loss of her daughter, why does Zach s father blame him for their deaths? Suicide
is a personal choice kind of thing. It isn t like Zach made her do that. Something about the whole
situation doesn t add up and while he s being so sharing I might as well try to figure out the mystery
behind this man.
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