Page 108 of Heartbeats & Highways

I smiled. “Okay. Pick your poison. I’ve got a chocolate torte, a panna cotta, a crème brûlée, a?—”

“Whatever you’re not having,” she said. “I’ll eat anything.”

“The cheesecake is mine.”

“The chocolate torte, please.”

I handed her the box and got her a fork. Then I took my dessert and headed to the couch.

“So, you don’t sleep much, huh?” I asked, shoveling in a bite of cheesecake.

“Few hours here and there,” she said. “Every little noise makes me . . .”

“Jump. I get it.” I looked at her. “You still sleeping with your shoes on?”

“What?”

“Your shoes. You sleep with them on, don’t you? So if you have to run, you’re ready.”

She paled.

“I wish I didn’t understand, but I do,” I said quietly.

“Is that why you’re here?”

I shook my head. “I’m here because—well, because of luck. I guess.”

She took a small bite of the chocolate torte. “It’s good.”

“Yeah, I bet it is.”

“So Savage left?”

I raised my brows. “How do you know his name?”

“I heard him,” she said. “Sorry, it’s not like I meant to stalk. But I—yeah.”

“Forget it. And yeah, he’s out of town on club business.”

“Club? What club?”

“The Tarnished Angels Motorcycle Club.”

We were silent as we ate a few bites of our dessert.

“You got a plan?” I asked suddenly.

“A plan? For what?”

“For what comes after this. This place, I mean. We can’t stay here forever. Even if we want to.”

“No, not really,” she admitted. “Do you have a plan?”

“Kinda.” My hand went to my belly that now had a little pooch. “Savage and I are getting a place together. I can’t raise my babies here.”

“You’re pregnant?”

“Twins.”

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