Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 28300 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 142(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28300 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 142(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
Two trays of waffles were already in the oven to keep warm. Once all the waffles were made and she had enough, she’d move on to the syrup and sauces.
The kids always picked chocolate sauce, which she liked to make rather than buy. Then everyone loved warm maple syrup drizzled on top. It was one of her favorite ways to eat it.
She loved cooking for everyone.
“I should have known you were in the kitchen,” Adam said, coming in to sit down. “The clubhouse always smells welcoming when you’re around.”
Angel smiled. “Good morning.”
“Is it a good morning?” Adam said. “It’s covered in snow. It’s a cold and frosty morning, like my life.”
Lash had warned her that Adam had been in a depressed mood. “I made coffee.”
“Ah, the hot substance that will awaken my mind and remind me how lonely I am.”
She’d poured him a large cup and stepped toward him, but now she hesitated. The last thing she wanted to do was to make him feel lonely.
This was hard. What did she do?
“Enjoy the coffee, Adam. You like it.”
“I prefer tea. I might as well drink it weak.”
She tutted and moved away to open up the waffle irons. “You’re wallowing.”
“The last time Michael was here, he told me I should consider a will. You know, someone who I can leave all of my money and personal belongings to, and you know what I decided?”
Angel turned toward him after easing the waffles onto the baking tray. “What did you decide?”
“I have no one to give my belongings to. I should get a cat or dog, but then they’d probably just leave me.”
She put the baking tray in the oven and then dolloped out more of the mix. “Adam, you have got to stop,” Angel said.
“It is easy for you to say. Look at you. You are loved, adored by the hundreds. People would miss you.”
“And you will be missed at this club, but you can’t just give up. So the mechanic thing didn’t work out. That doesn’t mean there aren’t other women out there. Women who adore you and all of your quirks.”
“I don’t have any quirks. I’m a fossil.”
She sighed. After opening the oven, she grabbed one of the waffles and used some kitchen tongs to pull it out as it was being kept warmed and she didn’t want to burn herself. After easing it onto a plate, she moved toward Adam and placed it in front of him.
“Eat.”
“There’s no warm syrup,” he said.
She rolled her eyes. “You are getting one waffle before everyone else in order to cheer you up. Do not make me take it away from you.” She went to reach for the plate, but he took it back.
Angel nodded at him, moved back to the counter, and checked on the other waffles. She had a little time left. Taking a seat opposite him, she put her hands flat on the table. “Now, tell me what is going on,” she said.
Adam took a bite of the waffle.
“I can’t help you unless you start talking.”
“I should go back to the Nomads.”
She held her hand up. “No!”
He frowned.
“You have been moping around here because you want to settle down. You want to find a woman that you love and start a family, right?”
He nodded.
“Going on the road isn’t going to achieve that. You’re going to be miserable. Even more so than you are now, so trust me, that’s not a great idea.” She couldn’t stop her son from joining, but she wasn’t going to allow Adam to concede defeat. “One woman said no, and you’ve had a lot of bad dates, but that’s how it works. People have a hard time finding the right person. Have you considered that the right person is out there, but you just haven’t been looking in the right places?”
“Where should I look?” Adam asked.
“I don’t know, but perhaps rather than being miserable, keep an open mind. There are a lot of women out there who would absolutely adore you. You’ve just got to be patient, and if you truly want to settle down and have a family, then you’ve got to stop being depressed because women don’t usually find that attractive. Eat your waffle.”
Adam finished eating his waffle. “Why are you not giving me the sympathy talk and making me feel better?”
“Because you’re way past that now. You’ve been moping to everyone and everything, and people are getting a little bored of it. It’s Christmas, Adam. Enjoy life. The woman of your dreams is out there.” She put a hand over his.
“You believe in the good of everything and the kindness of everyone.”
“Is that such a bad thing?” she asked.
Adam opened his mouth and then closed it. “I guess not.”
“I prefer to look at the good in people and to be nice because I know this world isn’t always a nice place to be. I refuse to add to it.” She put a hand on his. “Enjoy.” She got up and removed the waffles from the waffle irons, then started the whole process again.