I’m jealous. I wish I had the luxury. Just for a second to not know how completely ugly the world is.

“He’s not—” I shake my head. “But yes. You will most likely see more of us.”

“That’s good!” Gracie beams a wide smile at me, her two dimples perfectly dented. “Are you from the San Francisco chapter too?”

Diane leans into me. “What she really means to ask is, can you get her laid with Khaos?”

I choke on a laugh when Gracie scowls at Diane. “Khaos isn’t hard to lay. Just say he has a pretty smile and the boy will drop to his knees.”

Gracie laughs nervously. “No thanks. I have a kid. I don’t have time to do that.”

“You do?” I ask, surprised.

“I do. She’s six months old in three weeks. Hey, you should come and bring Wolf to her party.”

I smile up at her, a genuine one because as much as I want to ask how old she is, I know it’s not my business.

“Alright!” June claps her hands together. “Let’s go make breakfast.”

I follow them to the back, where the cook’s kitchen is. A full industrial-style oven, workbench, and pantry fills the room, and everything is clean. I’m beginning to think it’s because of these three.

“You guys cook them all breakfast and clean up after them?” I open the fridge door like I own the place. “I could never. I think I’d run Wicked over while he slept if he ever expected me to do that. No offense if you love it, though, I get that.”

“Hell no!” June laughs, pulling out a large mixing bowl and wooden spoon. “We cook for us and the kids. If there are leftovers, they eat.”

Gracie shakes her head, whispering, “She’s lying. She totally cooks for them.”

June ignores her and I watch as she starts whipping up pancakes. The batter is enough to feed a large army, though, so I know Gracie is right.

“You want some help?” I ask, tying an apron around my waist. Diane and Gracie are working on their own foods.

“Yeah, hon, you can start chopping the fruit in the fridge for the juice, so remove the pips and all that nasty stuff.”