Before I could reply, Caleb appeared at the door and my skin went cold. I glanced at Tiffani and back to him. For a moment my heart stopped beating and my lungs emptied of air as I realized what had happened. Last night, while I was lying awake, unable to sleep because I was consumed with guilt and worry, Caleb had been here, balls deep in a blonde girl with double Ds and a smug smile. One look at him and I knew it was true.
Seeing the look on my face, Tiffani laughed and slunk away. I turned back to Caleb. Tears stabbed at my eyes and heat flared in my cheeks. I wanted to do so many things in that moment. Cry. Yell. Throw something. Cry. Ask him why he picked her over us. Cry.
Instead, I pulled the sonogram out of my handbag and smashed it to his chest.
“You missed it,” I said. Then turning away, stormed off.
Realizing what I had given him and what he had missed, he growled and chased after me.
“Honey, wait!”
But I wasn’t about to listen to anything he had to say. If he wanted to fuck her, then she could have him. I was right to think we were worlds apart. I was right to think things could never work between us. I ran to my car and climbed in, fumbling with the keys in the ignition. I tried to close the door, but Caleb’s big hand clamped down on it and wrenched it wider.
“Will you stop!” he begged.
“Leave me alone! I’ve got nothing to say to you.” I looked away from him because tears stabbed at my eyes and it would be a cold day in hell before I let him see them. “You clearly have more important things to do.”
“I’m sorry I missed the appointment.”
“Don’t bother.” I grabbed the door and tried to close it, but again Caleb stopped it.
“Please just tell me, is everything okay with the baby?”
I narrowed my eyes and snatched the sonogram out of his hands. “What baby?”
Then, yanking the door closed, I gunned the engine and sped out of the compound.
CALEB
“You’re a fucking idiot,” came the voice behind me. I swung around. Cade was walking toward me.
“Don’t start,” I warned, turning away because my head was pounding like a motherfucker and I didn’t want a verbal beat down from my older brother.
But Cade wasn’t about to let it go.
“What the fuck are you up to?”
“I fucked up. I get it.”
“Do you?”
“Yes, I get it. I fucked up.”
“Then where are you going?” he asked as I headed toward the clubhouse.
“I’m hungover. I’m tired. I’m going back to bed.”
He swung me around. “That woman you just reduced to tears is carrying your baby. You go after her, brother, and you make it right.”
I shrugged him off. “She hates me.”
“So?”
“So . . . she doesn’t want anything to do with me right now.” I ran a frustrated hand through my hair. “Don’t you think I would go after her if I thought she wanted me to? Believe me when I say, she doesn’t.”
Cade nodded toward Tiffani who was leaning up against her car smoking a cigarette. “Tell me she’s not involved.”
I turned away, ashamed, and headed toward the clubhouse.
“You fucking douche,” Cade muttered.
“It’s not what you think.”
“No?”
I swung back to face him. “No!”
“So you didn’t fuck that little skank while your pregnant girlfriend was at home wondering where the fuck you were.”
He looked at me like I was scum. And even though it wasn’t what he thought, he was right. I was a fucking douche. I had let Honey down.
“She’s not my girlfriend,” I yelled. “And if you want to know why, go and fucking ask her. She has a whole list of reasons why I’m so fucking unsuitable. Yeah, she’s carrying my baby, but it turns out she doesn’t think that much of me after all. Apparently, I’m biker scum. Our worlds don’t gel. I’m a nice guy, but fucking hell, I’m not good enough to be with her.”
But Cade wasn’t buying any of it. He shook his head and gave me a dark look. “Stop being such a fucking pussy and go make it right.”
Turning, he walked away, leaving me in early morning sunlight feeling like the biggest piece of shit in the world.
A simple apology wasn’t going to do it.
So I rode into town for flowers. I knew she liked sunflowers, so I headed into the little village near her home on Chamomile Street, where she said a flower shop carried them all year round.
As I was leaving, I saw Indy walking across the road toward me. Heavily pregnant, she was carrying a paper bag of baguettes and groceries from the bakery behind her.
“Hey!” she called out.
I pulled down my aviators and inwardly groaned. This was going to hurt. Indy didn’t tolerate bad manners.