Page 134 of Heartbeats & Highways

“Oh my God, you’re so pretty!” a petite brunette said.

I giggled and looked at Savage. “I like her.”

“Sutton, Evie. Evie, Sutton.”

“Sit next to me,” Sutton demanded, gesturing to the empty chair next to her.

“Chill, spitfire. You’re overwhelming her.” The hulking giant next to her wrapped his arm around Sutton’s shoulder. “I’m Viper.”

“Nice to meet you,” I said.

“Doc and Boxer are on their way,” Sutton said. “They should be here in a few. Should we order some appetizers while we wait for them?” She placed a hand on her round belly.

“Her blood sugar is dropping. Bratty Sutton I can handle. Bratty and hungry Sutton? Forget it,” Viper said, peering down at his wife with amusement stamped across his mouth.

Doc and Boxer arrived. After Boxer introduced himself, Doc pulled me to the side and said, “How are you doing? Are you feeling okay?”

I nodded and smiled. “Better than okay, actually.”

Doc beamed. “Good.” She squeezed my hand.

“When are you bringing her to a club barbecue?” Sutton asked Savage after we’d all taken our seats.

“When everyone is back from Idaho,” Savage said easily.

I frowned. “They didn’t come back when you came back?”

“No, some of the boys had to stay up there a few days longer,” Savage explained.

“So you’re not hiding her from us anymore?” Sutton demanded.

Savage drawled, “I tried to ease her into you crazy lot but?—”

“Never gonna work,” Boxer said. “We’re insane, but you’ll learn to love us.”

The server arrived and took our order. Savage and I decided to split a meal. Savage kept his hand on my thigh, slowly inching it upward. It was difficult to pay attention to anything.

“What about you, Evie?” Doc asked.

Savage pressed a finger against the seam of my body.

“What about me?” I hoped I didn’t sound breathless.

“Do you want to go to prenatal yoga with me and Sutton?” Doc repeated.

“Oh sure, yeah, that sounds great.”

Savage slowly began to rub me.

“I don’t want to go,” Sutton whined. “I’m not really athletic.”

I stared at my plate and willed the heat away from my cheeks.

“It’s not like I’m asking you to play pickle ball,” Doc stated.

“I just want to be a lazy veal,” Sutton said. “And lounge on the couch.”

“There’s plenty of time for that,” Doc assured her.

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