Tig woke up alone in bed. The smell of eggs and coffee told him why. He took a moment to savor that he had slept well, not even waking up during the night, or woken up Finley by accident will a nightmare. He rolled out of bed finding his jeans before padding barefoot toward the kitchen.
"Morning, do you like cheesy scrambled eggs on toast?" Finley asked, her hair in a damp braid.
"Sounds good baby doll. I didn't hear you shower," Tig said accepting the coffee she handed him.
"I snuck out for a run and calisthenics workout," Finley turned back to the eggs.
Tig appreciated that Finley: 1. Made a good cup of coffee. 2. Was making him breakfast. 3. Wasn't asking questions about sharing a bed. Tig gave a little snort, Finley by everything he knew about her wasn't the type of girl to pester or ask a million questions.
"Thanks Finley," Tig said as she placed a plate on the counter.
Tig watched her come around her to sit next to him at the counter. He eyed her legs her jean shorts, her bare feet made him smile. Today's t-shirt was a black scoop neck. He wondered why she didn't wear jewelry.
"Just ask Alex," Finley said between bites.
"Why do you only wear a watch?" Tig watched Finley chuckle at that.
"I was always more of a tom boy, then in the army I couldn't wear jewelry. In my job now it's a liability. The only jewelry I have are my dog tags," Finley explained.
"Nothing from your mom?" Tig took his last swig of coffee.
"I didn't know my mother, she left when I was a year old," Finley shrugged. Tig felt for Finley, but she seemed to have come to terms with it.
"Any family left?"
"My dad died when I was in the Army, so it's just me," Finley said a flash of emotion crossing her face. Tig just squeezed her knee.
They finished the rest of breakfast in a comfortable silence. Finley cleaned up the kitchen while Tig finished getting dressed. The whole morning was a novelty in how domestic it was. Finley was texting when she came back out, grabbing her messenger bag.
"Ready Alex?" Tig gave a nod, glad when she handed him her keys. He wondered again at her knowledge of his world, but decided it didn't matter enough to ask. Or maybe she could just guess he wouldn't ride bitch to a woman.
On the ride over Finley chatted a bit more about her most recent job. Tig nodded, adding in a comment here or there but he was mainly thinking she would be a good asset for the club; if she would agree to it. It was part of his job as a sergeant-at-arms was to know resources for the club.
"What's your day look like?" Finley asked.
"I have a repair for a Ford Focus that's giving me shit," Tig said pulling into to T-M.
"Have you tried turning it off and on again?" Finley teased, receiving a small punch to the shoulder.
"Jerk," he tossed back. Finley just graced him with a smile. He really wanted to kiss her, but he'd be damned if he fucked this up.
He watched the blonde slide out of her seat and come around to his side. She even opened the door for him. Chuckling he got out. He wrapped his arms around Finley, smiling when she rested her head against his chest.
"Have good day ok?" She murmured briefly tightening his arms.
"You too babe," he said settling for kissing her head.
Finley pulled back, studying in his face. Tig had no idea what she was looking for. Whatever she saw pushed her up on her toes to kiss his chin. It was sweet and sexy at the same time. Finley pulled back fully turning to get in her car. Tig watched her leave the lot, a feeling of longing on his face and in his heart.