Page 11 of 12 Months of Mayhem

“It’s okay, Dallas can ride up there,” I insisted.

“He left already,” Uncle Bowie cut in.

Confused, I glanced around with a frown. Sure enough, Dalton’s brother was nowhere to be found. I opened my mouth to ask where he went, but then snapped it shut again. By then, I was too tired to question anything. Also, there were some things with my uncle’s club that I simply didn’t want to know.

“Do you need anything out of your truck before I take off?” Spook jingled his keys in his hands. His gaze darted from my eyes to my neck, then away. His cheeks went pink, and I saw his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed hard.

Aww, was he nervous around me? He was cute, but I was very taken. Then again, maybe my uncle made him nervous. Bowie being the vice president was probably a little bit of a big deal. Though to me, he would always be simply my Uncle Bowie.

“Oh! Anson’s car seat,” I gasped, suddenly remembering.

“Already in Frosty’s truck,” he quickly replied.

I wanted to giggle at them all calling Dalton Frosty, and I needed that at the moment.

Now that I knew my truck was going to get fixed and I wouldn’t be driving around looking like someone who had given an STD to a disgruntled partner, I was better. Still wasn’t happy about some loser doing that, but in the grand scheme of things, I was lucky. I guess there had been a nurse who had actually been assaulted in the parking lot by a patient who was angry and blamed her for the doctor not giving them narcs.

That was one reason they’d added more lights in the parking lot. There were supposed to be cameras, but I knew that if whoever did it was smart, they stayed hidden. The side of my truck they keyed faced away from the hospital.

“Thank you again,” I told him as he backed away and got into his truck with a wave to everyone.

My bottom lip protruded as I watched my baby disappear around the corner on the trailer.

“You need anything else?” Uncle Bowie looked from me to Dalton.

“I’ve got her,” Dalton promised in response to my uncle’s unspoken question.

“Then I’m going to take off. I have a friend I need to swing by to see. I’ll be staying at your mom’s tonight if you need anything,” my uncle told me before getting on his bike, and then pulling his helmet on.

“Don’t tell Mom about this,” I begged him. “I’ll be by tomorrow with Anson to visit, but she doesn’t need more things to worry about.”

Bowie nodded.

Dalton opened the passenger door and guided me up into the seat. He closed the door, put my bag in the backseat, then walked around and got in the driver’s seat.

Only then did my uncle ride off.

“I can just ride my bike to work, if you don’t mind dropping Anson off with my mom on those days, that is,” I muttered as my head fell back to the headrest and I closed my eyes.

“Babe, there’s a chance of rain for the next week.”

“So you’re gonna ride your bike in the rain instead?” I arched a brow at him and crossed my arms.

He chuckled. “Wouldn’t be the first time. But tomorrow you take my truck, I’ll take my bike. You wanted to take Anson to see your mom, and I have an early morning appointment at the studio. I can meet you at your mom’s. I’ll either leave my bike there with yours and ride home with you or follow you back to the house when we leave.”

“Fine,” I huffed. Over the weekend, maybe I’d convince him to just drop me off at work, then pick me up. I didn’t like the thought of him riding in the rain, though I’d done it a million times myself.

We arrived back at his house, and I took a quick shower while he heated up my dinner. Wrapped in a fluffy bathrobe I’d left at his place, I inhaled my food, then read a book to Anson and put him to bed.

My heart clutched as I watched Dalton lean down and place a kiss on the dark blonde head of our son. Though Dalton’s hair was a bit darker now, their texture and the cowlick at the front were identical.

He stopped toe to toe with me in the doorway. He tapped the end of my nose. “Let’s go to bed,” he whispered, and I nodded in agreement.

“A week until Valentine’s Day,” Dalton announced in a sing-song tone, making me giggle. He knew I loved Valentine’s Day. I’d already bought his gift, and I’d barely been able to contain myself. He was going to love it.

I tossed the robe over the footboard, and I heard Dalton groan. A glance over my shoulder as I was climbing into bed found him standing there, shirt in hand, jeans unbuttoned, and his eyes glued to my ass.

“Why do you have to look so fucking cute in those little shorts?” he bemoaned.

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