Chapter 1

Ororo made her way through the crowd to deliver the plates to table 5. She smiled as she handed them to their respective owners. She left and quickly returned with the additional items the diners requested. When she was sure they were satisfied, she introduced them to their new server and told them she hoped they enjoyed their meal. Feeling that her job was done, she returned to the kitchen, she sighing tiredly when she walked through the swinging door.

"I have a new respect for you guys," Ororo told the wait staff as they worked around her, "I've been here for only a few hours and I'm totally beat."

The kitchen staff laughed with her. "Please share that sentiment with the bosses so they can give us a raise," Wanda said, balancing an armload of plates as she went through the door, getting amens from her colleagues. Smiling to herself, she knew she would mention it to Logan and see if it was possible.

A few hours later, the rush was over and the kitchen staff had a moment to rest. Though she was wealthy and the wife of the head chef and CEO of the restaurant, Ororo would come in and lend a hand whenever they were short. A stomach bug had gone around and left the kitchen in need of bodies. Ororo sat heavily on the stool next to the chef's office.

One of the best parts of being at the Roadhouse was the staff. Ororo thought they had a great staff and she enjoyed spending time with them, learning more about them and their families. She didn't know that the staff felt the same about her. They thought she was easy to talk too.

"So Ms. Ro. Boss's b-day is coming up. Got any big plans?" Deiondra asked, tucking one of her locs behind her ear and smiling at her husband, Steel, as he stood to give her his seat.

Boss was the nickname the staff had given Logan, who earned it since he basically bossed everyone around.

"Maybe. He's not really big on celebrating his birthday but I have a few ideas," she replied, smiling up at Daniels the bartender as she took the cup he offered her.

"Boss saw a hog in the yard one day last week and mentioned how he would love to get one," Loco said, standing near the door. As one of the bouncers of the club, Loco became one of Ororo's unofficial bodyguards after she saved his life almost a year ago. Since then, he and his best friend and fellow bouncer, Steel, are always nearby whenever she was around.

"Really?" Ro asked, her interested piqued, "Do you remember what it was?"

"I bet that was the one he had me looking up the other day," Daniels said, taking the last swig of his beer, "It was a 2013 Harley Davidson VRSCDX-2. He said if he had one, he would trim it in yellow, with lightning bolts on both sides. He was totally psyched about it."

"Yellow with lightning bolts? Really?" Donna said, laughing at the thought, "I would not have pegged Boss as the yellow type of guy."

Ororo said nothing as the kitchen staff started discussing Logan and their thoughts about his color preferences. She knew why he wanted the bike yellow and lightning bolts and thought it would make a great gift for him. She knew the one he drove was one he's had for a number of years and thought this was a good time to get him another one.

"What's that make and model of the bike again?" she asked, interrupting their discussion. She had pulled out her phone and started searching for it. When she brought up an image of the bike, she smiled, her mind fast at work, thinking of what she needed to do to get one.

"Hey guys," Logan greeted the crew as he entered the kitchen, "Daniels, you're partner needs some help out there."

"Sure thing, Boss," Daniels said, getting to his feet and heading out the door.

Other people, taking the hint got up and started preparing for the orders that started pouring in. Loco and Steel headed out, relieved of their body guard duty with Logan's arrival.

Logan did a cursory look around to see how things were going as he closed the distance between him and his wife.

Standing before her, he held out his hand.

"You ready to go home?" he asked, as she took his hand and stood. He didn't take a step back from her and her body brushed his as she stood.

Unable to resist, he leaned up and kissed her gently, enjoying the feel of her lips against his.

"Mmm, I hope that was your answer," he said, when they separated, slightly breathless.

"Yes it was, but you also have an audience," she replied, smiling over his shoulder at the smiling faces watching them.

"Ya'll ain't got nothing better to do than watch a man kiss his wife?" Logan asked, turning around to face the kitchen staff who hurried to their tasks.

"Come on, 'Ro. Let's go home," he said, his face soft with repressed laughter, leading her out the door.