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Atlas puffed his chest out. “Yeah. Gonna name all my boys after gods and keep it in the family.”

“Your name’s Daniel,” I said sarcastically.

The SAA puffed his chest out. “My road name’s not.”

Bowie barked a laugh.

Atlas’s head reared back. “Better than your nature names, asshole. I mean fuckin’ Willow.” His lips thinned. “No, you wouldn’t dare.”

Bowie grinned, eyes still on the road. “Got all my names picked out. Eight altogether.”

I turned to him. “Eight?”

He jerked a nod. “Yep. Thought if I can knock Layla up with twins a few times, we’ll be set. We know twins run in the family now, so I’ve given my balls a good talkin’ to and told ‘em to start performing. Love my little Willow, but I want twins, and I want ‘em fast.” He nodded his head toward his brother. “Not lettin’ this little scrotum take all the glory.”

“Jesus, Bo.” Break laughed. “Don’t think it works like that.”

“Easy for you to say.” Bowie retorted. “You’ve got your twins. Reckon I can overtake ya within two years. You’ve got two, I’ve got two, so even if your woman gets knocked up next year and you have another dynamic duo with her career, she’ll be dunzo. If Doe’s carryin’ twins now and I can get her knocked up again next year, I’ll have you beat, no problemo.”

Breaker looked to the heavens, shaking his head.

Settling back in my seat, I smiled at the thought of a mini-me running around the place. I wasn’t like the boys; one or two would do me, but I’d never met the woman I wanted to be their mother until now. Well, technically, I met her twelve years ago, but I had to wait for her.

I’d never really thought about being a dad before. The shit I went through with mine put me off, because what if my kid inherited his fucked-up genes? These days, the idea appealed, but I had to get a move on. I wanted to be young enough to get down on the ground and play without putting my back out.

An uneasy feeling stabbed through my gut when I thought about how Freya was only twenty-four with the world at her feet. Kids were way off for her. Our timing was terrible. She had to get through two years of interning and her residency before she could even think about having children. I’d probably be in my forties by the time she was ready to slow down.

My feelings for Freya had been building for years, so why was I not claiming my girl? Something was holding me back from going all in and making her officially mine.

The conversation I’d had with Breaker floated through my mind, and an icy chill went down my spine because he was right when he said I wouldn’t meet another Freya. Letting her go would leave me empty, but the thought of holding onto her was making my chest tight with panic. Since we’d been back, I’d pulled away, and deep down, she’d probably realized it too.

So, one question remained.

What the fuck was I gonna do about it?

Chapter Twenty-Two

Freya

The waning sun cast a shadow across my room at the clubhouse as I stood in front of my open dresser. My fingers grazed over the silk and lace garments inside, trying to decide what to wear for my date with Colt later.

My stomach fizzed and popped at the thought of meeting him. It had been so long since we’d touched each other, and I couldn’t wait to feel close to him again. My skin tingled with anticipation. The thought of us spending time with him after days apart ignited a warmth inside me that I hadn’t felt since we were last together in Denver.

Having to hide from everybody was starting to take its toll. I hated that all our moments were snatched, but it only made them all the more precious. The only thing I could do was hold on to the fact it wouldn’t be forever and that we were working toward a future, but it was tough.

Pulling out a red lacy set, I held it against my body, examining my reflection in the full-length mirror. The ruby color contrasted with my olive skin and accentuated my curves. I just hoped he would appreciate it.

My eyes sparkled with excitement as I imagined the way Colt’s blue eyes would light up at the sight of me wearing them. There was a hardness about him that had developed over the years, but he was different with me. A lightheartedness lingered under the surface when we were together, and I loved that I could bring that out in him.

Shoving the red lingerie inside my travel bag, I zipped it closed and hauled it over my shoulder before making my way through the door and down the corridor.

My heart fluttered, and I smiled as I hit the bar, heading to the main doors. A few of the men sat down and were shooting the shit. I gave them smiles and pushed the door open, stepping into the parking lot and turning for the spot where my car was parked.

“Hey!” a voice called.

I craned my neck to see Sophie making her way toward me, stopped, and walked over to meet her. Taking in her pregnant belly, I smiled. Soph was so tiny that even at five months pregnant, she looked like she was about to pop. “You okay?”

She huffed and puffed, red-faced, as he waddled toward me. “Jesus,” she heaved out. “Is it March yet?”

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