LEXIE
Dinner at the Reaper’s Den was nothing like I expected. The bar had filled up by evening, but Mia had saved a quieter table near the back for us.
Chaos sat across from me, looking unfairly good in a black shirt that stretched across his broad shoulders. Brick and Crow joined us, along with Mia who kept bringing plates of food like she was feeding an army.
The smell of grilled meat and fries made my stomach growl loudly. “Easy there,” I muttered to myself. “Don’t embarrass me in front of the leather crowd.”
Chaos’s lips twitched, he had definitely heard “Hungry?”
“Starving,” I admitted, reaching for a plate. “I worked up an appetite sorting your chaos today. You’re welcome, by the way. That storage room almost looks organized now.”
Crow grinned as he piled food on his plate. “Y
