Doom POV
The girls left down the hall to the bathroom renovated for Tempest, and I headed to the back toilet near the laundry. While I was washing my hands, my stomach rumbled, like I hadn't eaten all day, and I decided to check out the kitchen, hoping for more pies. It was a pleasant surprise to see two more trays keeping warm in the oven. I had just pulled out the first one when the woman who had been on my mind since I first saw her walked into the room. After a laugh together, we gathered the pies without having to give each other instructions; we just knew what to do, and we were in sync, which made me feel good. I ate one pie on my way back and got more ribbing for it. I loved that Tracey was not afraid to give me a stick for things; it was fun.
The guys rushed to us, like pigeons
