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“Still.”

 

She pats Colt’s head and tells him she’ll never leave him again.

 

“Faye wanted to come and see you. I told her you’re mine for tonight, so she said she’ll come see you tomorrow, and take you out for lunch or something, if you want to do that.”

 

“I’d love that.”

 

It seems she and Faye have gotten close, more so than she and any of the other women. Faye must like her a lot to take her under her wing. Even though Faye does take care of everyone, she and Shay seem to really get on well together. Shay told her about the pregnancy before telling anyone else, even me, and Faye was really on my ass to go and fix things. I don’t think I’ve seen her that worked up in a long time.

 

“How have you been feeling?” I ask her, placing my hand on her thigh. Colt bites at my hand until I remove it. I’m really regretting getting her that dog right now.

 

“I was sick today,” she says, turning to me. “I threw up a few times, so the morning sickness has officially started.”

 

Fuck.

 

She was sick, while I was drinking, or sleeping off being drunk.

 

“I’m sorry,” I say, squeezing the steering wheel. “I should have been there to look after you.”

 

She smiles sadly, then says, “Ranger was there. Although he wasn’t really helping much by standing and yelling through the door while I was being sick.”

 

I try to keep my tone even. “Why was he there?”

 

“He brought me groceries and stuff,” she says, watching me. “Then we watched some TV and hung out for a bit, I didn’t really feel like being alone.”

 

I feel my eye twitch, but luckily it’s the one that she can’t see. “I see.”

 

I can feel her staring at me, but I look straight ahead. “Are you jealous?” she asks, sounding amused. “What, you think I’m going to find a new man while I’m pregnant, and after I just left you, like, two days ago?”

 

“Well the women keep talking about Ranger, and how good-looking the fucker apparently is, so what the fuck am I supposed to think?”

 

She laughs now, and although it’s at my expense, the sound of it makes me happy and gives me hope. Not all is lost. What happened between us is just a bump in the motherfuckin’ road.

 

“He is good-looking, yes,” she agrees, making my jaw go tight. “And he’s actually a really nice guy.”

 

I wait for the but . . . but it doesn’t come.

 

“Well, he’s just perfect then, isn’t he?” I seethe, wishing I could punch this guy in the face. Then, I remember something. “Aside from the fact that he kidnapped Anna and hit her over the head, but hey, if you’re into men who hit women, then by all means.”

 

Shay starts laughing so hard that the dog jumps off her lap and gets into the backseat. “There’s only one biker for me, Vinnie. And it isn’t Ranger.”

 

“There’s only one woman for me too,” I say softly.

 

Only she can calm me with her words.

 

Fuck.

 

I can’t believe my stupidity almost caused me to lose this woman.

 

When we get home, all I want to do is take Shay to my bedroom, but Sin has other ideas.

 

“We need to talk,” he says to me, then walks away. I can tell that something isn’t right just by the tone of his voice, and I’m instantly on alert. I walk Shay to our room and kiss her deeply. “I’ll be right back.”

 

“Is everything okay?” she asks, concern etched across her beautiful face.

 

“I don’t know, I’m going to find out,” I say, kissing her forehead. “Wait for me in bed.”

 

She rolls her eyes at my demand, but I know she’ll be waiting for me naked, wrapped in my sheets, when I return to our room.

 

“They know she’s alive,” Sin says as I walk into the room and take a seat.

 

“How?” I ask, gritting my teeth together. I put so much effort into that fuckin’ plan. How do they know it was a setup? I blew up Shay’s childhood house for nothing? That plan was meant to be fuckin’ foolproof, and I’m pissed it didn’t turn out that way.

 

Sin rubs the back of his neck. “Talon has a fuckin’ mole. He’s spoken to me about it. One of his members is working with the Kings, and now the Kings know everything. We need to handle this, Vinnie. Talon needs to sort his fuckin’ club out, because he’s dragging us down with him.”

 

Fuck.

 

So Talon was right: he does have a mole. Sin is right: he really does need to sort his shit out, because this is affecting everyone.