CHAPTER SIXTY-SIX

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Stepping back into the kitchen after being ordered to be in church at 5 I pull the cake out of the oven and get to work frosting the cupcakes. A noise behind me startles me and I almost throw the piping bag at Kip.

"Shit, sorry Sarah. Didn't mean to startle you." He stammers.

I grin a little at him, "It's all good Kip, just a little jumpy. Give me a sec?" At his nod I go back to the row of chocolate and orange cupcakes I top the last few with the orange frosting and put the bag down.

"What's up?"

"It's 505, Clay's waiting for you." He says apologetically.

"Shit, fuck, shit. I lost track of time." I pull the case off a cupcake and follow Kip through the clubhouse. He opens the door for me and I step in past him. Clay starts to tell me I'm late but I shove the entire cupcake into his open mouth. "Sorry, I'm sorry I lost track of time."

"Maft foak." Clay tries to speak but all that comes out is muffled words. I can't help but laugh and before he can chew and swallow the guys are all grinning at him. He swallows and waves his hand; everyone shuts up and looks at him. "What I was trying to say before you force fed me was that it was fine we had only just sat down. But that was good, got any more?"

I nod, "Of course."

"Good. Now, want to fill us in on what happened?"

"Sure. So I had a whole lot of money shit to deal with this morning, my investment broker is being a cock, but during the conversation I had a thought about Craig and why he's in town." Everyone's looking at me while I speak and its sightly unnerving to have that many bikers looking angry. "When my folks died they had fairy substantial insurance policies which are currently invested through brokerage companies, because of the quantity of them I had to have a will made out when I was 18. It hasn't changed that much in the last 4 years, but I e-mailed my lawyer this morning and found out that Craig tried to lodge a new will for me a few weeks before the kidnapping."

Jax looks at me but doesn't say a word so I continue. "The new will would have left everything to him if I died. Fortunately my lawyer isn't an idiot, and he shouldn't be for what I pay him, and left it to be authenticated by me, which of course I have never done."

Happy stands up and starts pacing, "When you say everything how much are we talking?"

Jax intervenes, "Does it matter Bro?"

"Well, if it's enough I might just have to take off with her myself." Hap says, "That'd be okay wouldn't it, Cupcake? Settle down, kids, dog, house. Me coming home every day to fresh baking."

I giggle a little both at Jax's expression and the thought of Happy settling down with anyone is comical. "Sorry Hap, as much as I love you I gotta say no. Besides, I bake for you all anyway. But back to the matter at hand. It's quiet a substantial amount, can I leave it at that?" I look at Clay and he nods.

"Yeah, we don't need to know amounts or specifics or anything like that. You can go now." He tells me. I push the door open and his voice stops me, "Sarah, bring back some of those cupcakes."

I laugh the whole way across the clubhouse and arrange some of the cupcakes on a plate and carry it back, knocking on the door Chibs opens it and takes the plate. As the door closes again I hear him say, "My cupcakes, all for meeee."

I wander back to the kitchen and unload the dishes before icing the cake I'd made. Decorating the top of it turns out not half bad when the reaper I was attempting worked pretty well.

I'm so immersed it what I'm doing that it's not till Jax and Opie come into the kitchen that I realise it's almost dark outside.

"Sorry darlin' that took a bit longer than we thought." Jax mutters as he snatches a couple of cupcakes from the bench. Handing one to Opie he says, "You know, you should think about opening a bakery."

A laugh pops out of me as I spend all of 2 seconds thinking about it. "A bakery in Charming would be a waste of time. My main customers would be coming to the back door in black leather trying to hide their addiction."

Ope shrugs his shoulders, "I heard Lumpy's might be coming up for sale and if Hale brought it he'd probably try and turn it into a Starbucks or something."

I look at Opie before stepping over; stopping right in front of him I look up, "Hey Ope?"

"Yeah?" He looks down at me and I feel like a kid for a second, he easily has a foot on my height.

"What's my last name?"

"Fuck Sarah, you know what I meant!" Opie exclaims, the realisation that I'm a Hale brought back to his memory. "You wouldn't sell out to a franchise, but your cousin would."

"I know what you were saying Ope." I smile up at him, turning around I look at Jax who's covertly trying to stuff another cupcake in his mouth. "Busted Jackson Teller."

He looks over and tries to smile his patented panty-dropping smile but the smear of orange icing at the corner of his lip just makes me laugh again.

Walking over to him I reach up and swipe the icing off his lip and pop my finger in my mouth. "Mmm. Are we ready?"

Jax's eyes glaze over and he leans closer, "For you, always."

"Nice one bro." Opie's voice comes from the corner, "Yeah Clay is ready to go home and Gemma's about to climb the walls."

"Okay, just let me grab my laptop and I'll be good." Stepping round the two bikers I push through the door into the main room, grabbing it before it swings closed, "Can you guys grab the 2 containers on the bench. Blue stops at Jax's, green goes on with you Ope."

"Sure thing."

A few minutes I'm ready to go having packed up my laptop again, going back into the kitchen I find Ope and Jax both still standing there, cheeks bulging like chipmunks. Placing the cake in a container I snap the lid on and pick it up.

"Don't you guys ruin your dinner. Your mom will kill me, Jax."

Jax swallows and comes over, throwing his arm round my shoulder he ushers me out, "You didn't see nothin' in there."

Ushering me out the door Gemma sighs when we appear, "Finally. Your wife is at my house getting dinner."

"Ah fuck, picking up take-out on the way?" Opie asks striding to his bike.

"Hell no. She's heated up the lasagne that was in the freezer and tossed a salad." Gemma snaps, "And if we don't get moving now it'll be black."

"And that'll just be the salad." I comment with a grin at Gemma.

"Precisely. Now get moving you lot." Gemma orders.

"We're goin' Ma." Jax's voice is muffled for a minute as he does up the chin strap of his helmet, but by the time Gemma and I get in her car they're all ready to go.

The trip to Gemma's house is spent with me carefully holding the 3 containers so they don't bounce around and end up with their contents stuck to the lids.