“Good. I’m taking you out for breakfast. I’d say I’d cook you something, but you know firsthand I can’t do that.”
I laughed. “Yeah, I do recall your Friday night dinners.”
He whacked my leg. “I’ll get you one of my fresh shirts to put on. Unless you want to walk around in a bra?”
I was only in my bra and jeans because I spilled coffee all down the front of the white top, staining it.
“Thanks.” I got up and followed him out and into his room.
“You know the way you keep staying here, you should leave clothes here.” Daniels threw me a shirt.
I slipped it on. “You have a point. But I just want to remind you, we aren’t in a relationship.”
He grinned. “Yet.”
I rolled my eyes. I was never getting into a relationship with anyone again. I just couldn’t do it. Because well, no one would compare to Kade, so what was the point?
***
I was on the phone with Hunter as I got out of my car. “As for the delivery. I’ve spoken to Daniels but he hasn’t given me an answer yet, but once I have one, I’ll confirm the shipment.”
He grunted an ok and I hung up.
I pushed open the clubhouse door and the smell engulfed me. I was home again.
“You could have at least answered one of his calls.”
I turned, seeing Kim at the bar. Did she really want to have a fight right now? I was so sick of fighting with them. I swore that’s all they came at me for.
“Not in the mood, Kim.”
“Well, get in the mood.” She threw a beer mug at my head and I just dodged it. It smashed into pieces on the floor. “He has been a wreck for days! Why do you have to be such a bitch?”
“He kicked me out last time I checked.”
“You knew he didn’t mean it. He was calling you as soon as you left!”
“Well, maybe he will stop trying to throw me out then,” I snapped at her. “Now fuck off.”
She walked around the bar and blocked my way to the staircase. “You are hurting him.”
“He’ll survive.”
“Why are you doing this to everyone? Pushing everyone away.”
Again, she was getting too close. “Fuck off, Kim.” I pushed past her.
“YOU ARE GOING TO KILL HIM!”
That was exactly why I was doing all this, so that didn’t happen. Maybe it was better if he just believed I had gone off the rails than the truth. Because while Blake was making me be his shooter, I was the one destroying all the relationships around me.
I had just gotten to my bedroom when I remembered I needed to speak to Reaper. It was about the baby. I had decided I wasn’t keeping him or her. I was giving it up. I had already looked into what was involved in putting a baby up for adoption. It was fair to say my mind was made up when it came to it.
I wasn’t fit to be a mother.
And I didn’t deserve it either.
***