Page 143 of Reaper's Rival

I was beyond disappointed. Maybe I should call or text him.

‘I don’t know.’ I sent it back quickly and picked up my soup.

Maybe I should talk to someone about it. I had no one here. But I always had Kim. So I flipped my phone back over and clicked her number.

“You know it isn’t that hard to make a decision. Fuck me, I told you weeks ago about Dad’s birthday.”

“Hi Kim.”

She was her normal selfish self. I loved it and had missed it.

“So are you coming or not?”

“Kim, I’m pregnant.”

Silence.

“So soon after Matthew? What does Reaper think?”

“He wants to keep it.”

“And you?”

“I don’t know if I’m ready to do it again. Like what if something goes wrong again? I can’t go through that. Kim, I’m so confused.”

“You can’t live in fear, Abby. What’s the difference between it happening now and happening in two years?”

“Reaper and I would be more stable, I don’t know, it just would be better.”

“You don’t know that. Club life is always like it is now. And Reaper is ready. You know what I think?”

“What?”

“You’re afraid of something that won’t happen, and if it did, Abby, you aren’t facing it by yourself anymore. You have Reaper. You have the club. You have me.”

Was Kim right? When I thought about it, she was.

“He won’t even come home, Kim.” I sighed and sank down in a chair. “What does that say about us?”

“Says more about him than you. Look, I’ll handle it. You just have tea, and relax, and I promise Reaper will be home tonight.”

I frowned. “How can you promise that?”

“Just trust your sister. Now go eat something and relax.”

“Ok.”

“Night sis.”

“Night Kim.”

She hung up, and I frowned at the phone. How does she expect Reaper to be home tonight? If I knew him at all, I would bet I won’t see him till Saturday, which was his birthday. I groaned. I still haven’t bought him a present

Reaper

I was swallowing the last of my whiskey when my phone rang. Wasn’t in the mood for talking, so I ignored it. Then it rang again, and again. For fuck’s sake!

“WHAT!?” I yelled into the phone.