Bad Apple (The Uncertain Saints MC #4)

Bad Apple (The Uncertain Saints MC #4) by Lani Lynn Vale Read Free Book Online

Book: Bad Apple (The Uncertain Saints MC #4) by Lani Lynn Vale Read Free Book Online
Authors: Lani Lynn Vale
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    “Who does like burnt toast?” He wondered as he led me into the barn.
    I giggled.
    “My brother,” I informed him. “Burnt food has become one of his major food groups.”
    “Why’s that?” He wanted to know as he started up the stairs.
    He held onto my hand, though, making sure I didn’t fall to my death down the steep steps.
    I snickered.
    “I suck at cooking. Literally. I would love to learn how to prepare a proper meal, but I just don’t have the patience for it. I always forget about it, even when I’m standing right there,” I informed him. “Why don’t these stairs have a handrail?”
    “Because it’s something I added after the fact, and I was so impatient to move in that I didn’t wait for it to get finished completely,” he answered. “After I moved in a few years ago, the builders refused to finish it, stating that I’d broken their contract. Hence, I never got the molding or paint up either.”
    I looked around once we’d reached the top of the stairs and immediately understood what he was talking about.
    It was beautiful.
    One wall was made completely of glass that overlooked the back of their property. All you could see now was darkness, but I guessed the view would be absolutely beautiful during the day.
    The entire area was an open loft type area at the top of the stairs.
    Two sliding barn doors were slid all the way open, exposing the apartment to the barn down below.
    One side of the room had a kitchen. There was a wall that came off the kitchen that I guessed housed the bathroom.
    The other side of the house was his bedroom area, with the washer and dryer butted up against the railing that kept you from falling to your death.
    “I’m sure,” I said. “Did you have the barn built specifically for this?” I asked him , my eyes taking in the unfinished parts that he’d told me about.
    “Yes and no,” he spoke. “My pop kept all of his equipment outside,” he pointed out the window at an old shack like structure that only had a roof and one side. “He had two tractors stolen and countless saws that he used for work. After the fifth such incident, I decided to build him a barn and a convenient place for the ranch hands to use. Then I decided to use it myself as a more permanent place to stay.”
    “You didn’t like living with your dad?” I teased.
    He looked at me seriously and said, “You don’t like living with your brother.”
    I snorted. “Touché.”
    “My dad’s not that bad. He’s just stubborn and pigheaded, and always thinks he knows better than me. He treats me like I’m still fifteen. Forget to pick up after myself one freakin’ time, and he blows a gasket.” He shook his head. “Forget s that I’m the one who does all the work now, and all he does is live there on the income that I bring in.”
    I blinked, surprised by the vehemence in his voice.
    “Do I sense a sticky subject?” I winced.
    He sighed and walked to the small kitchenette area.
    “It is and it isn’t,” he amended. “A couple of years ago, my father had a stroke, and he became mostly wheelchair bound.”
    “But he can walk,” I guessed.
    Apple nodded, pulling out two bottles of water and walking towards me.
    Once he reached me, he handed the ice cold bottle to me and grabbed me by the hand, guiding me to the couch.
    It was pretty. Not something I would ever expect a man like Apple to have.
    “It’s not my couch,” he answered my unasked question.
    I snorted and turned my mirth filled eyes up to his as he took a seat next to me.
    “What made you think I was wondering that?” I batted my eyelashes at him.
    “Is there something wrong with your eye?” He leaned in closer.
    I narrowed them at him.
    “No,” I growled. “What would make you think that?”
    He pressed right above my eye where it was now twitching.
    I looked up at the massive thumb that was pressing the bone right under my eyebrow, then back to him.
    “Your eye’s twitching.”
    I sighed.
    “I like

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