“You ever call me a bitch again and I’ll kill you,” Josie said. “You fucking whore. You fucking bring that junk in here again and you’re done. You think what these guys can do is bad? Just fucking wait.”
“Okay, okay,” Reese said. “Easy, sweetheart.”
He turned, but Josie wasn’t having it.
So, Reese looked back and nodded to Levi.
“We’re good here,” Levi said.
“I’ll lick her wounds,” Hawk said. “And her pu-”
“I don’t want to hear it,” Reese said.
With his arms around Josie’s body, he lifted her and carried her to the front of the club. Just beyond the black curtains, next to the stage. The music was thumping loudly as he put her down and spun her around.
It was going to be almost impossible to talk.
Josie grabbed his leather cut and Reese touched her face.
He grinned.
She shook her head.
He leaned in and put his mouth near her ear. “What the fuck was that, sweetheart?”
Josie pulled herself to her toes and put her lips to his ear. “I’m tired of this shit, Reese. I feel like I’m going to snap.”
Reese didn’t respond.
Instead, he pulled her closer, his hands slipping around her body.
The music playing wasn’t romantic.
Reese’s thumb stroked Josie’s cheek.
He inched down and brushed his lips to hers.
It was dangerous.
But the only road Reese knew was danger.
Chapter Ten
When Josie heardthe wordssixteen weeks, she jumped up from the black chair and stood there, switching her gaze between Steph and the doctor. The doctor was a woman with short black hair. She moved quickly and spoke quicker. She had the demeanor of someone working in the ER, ready to shout a hundred orders as she ran up and down the hallway.
“So, here’s what we need to…”
“Wait a second,” Josie said. “Sorry. Did you say sixteen weeks?”
The doctor -Dr. Klen -looked at Josie and smiled. “Yes. Give or take a few days here and there. I’d personally say we’re closer to seventeen weeks. Judging by the size of the baby.”
“Seventeen weeks pregnant,” Josie said. “And she didn’t know?”
“Everyone’s body is different.”
“But she’s not showing…”
Steph put a hand near her stomach. “I’ve felt… off…”