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“Something like that. I have everything I need. My bike runs, I’ve got money for fuel. When I need new clothes, I buy them. But not having a home address…well, suddenly you just have a bunch of money.”

“And how do you earn your living?” I asked. “I mean, how do you get paid from the club? Especially if you don’t belong to one chapter…”

“I do jobs for several of the chapters, and I get a cut of their profits. You don’t want to ask about the kind of jobs I do.”

“They’re not on the up-and-up?” I guessed.

He inclined his head. “That bother you?”

“Does it matter if it does?”

“No.”

I shrugged. “Okay, I won’t ask.”

His phone chimed in his pocket. He reached in and grabbed it. “I’ve got to go.”

“Thank you. For today.”

Slash smiled. “Sure thing, Brooklyn.”

“What do I do about my other car?”

“I can take care of it for you, if you want.”

I thought about it for a moment and then nodded. “I’d appreciate that. Thanks.”

He smiled again and headed to the door.

“Wait,” I blurted out, rushing toward him.

Slash turned and looked at me. “Yeah?”

I grabbed the lapels of his leather cut and dragged myself toward him, but I was only able to brush my lips across his jaw. “My first prenatal appointment is at nine tomorrow morning. They’re doing bloodwork and an exam. I don’t need you there, but I just thought—well, I thought I’d keep you posted.”

His hand grasped the back of my neck, and he tilted my head so I was forced to look at him. Slash’s hazel eyes were warm. He pressed a kiss to my lips before pulling away. “You like bagels?”

“Yeah.”

He kissed me again. “Good. I’ll be over tomorrow morning with a half dozen.”

Chapter13

I openedthe door and then immediately pressed my hand to my mouth as a bout of nausea hit me like a freight train.

Slash’s eyes took me in, from the top of my messy bun to the thick wool socks on my feet.

I couldn’t say a word, so I left the door open for Slash to come in and then immediately ran for the bathroom.

After the delight that was morning sickness, I peered into the mirror and blanched. I had dark circles under my eyes and my skin was wan.

I rinsed out my mouth, then brushed my teeth and hair. The mask of beauty had come off, and now Slash had seen me in all my pregnant glory.

I shuffled out of the bathroom and into the small kitchen area. Slash already had a bagel toasting. He turned to look at me. Without a word, he handed me a plastic bottle of orange juice.

My lip wobbled and before I knew it, I was sobbing against Slash’s chest.

He stroked my hair and pressed his lips to my head.


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