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Rocky nodded, all jokes gone now. “We’ll rotate shifts, I’ll get the prospects onto it after we’re done here. That work for you?”

“Yeah. Thanks, brother.”

Slate tapped a few keys and shut the screen down. “That’s what we’ve got for now. We’ll keep eyes on her place until we get a fix on Nick’s exact location.”

“Appreciate it,” I said, my jaw still tight. I wasn’t gonna sleep right until this bastard was dealt with.

There was a brief silence before Diesel cleared his throat. “All right. We’re done talking about stalkers and long-lost brothers?” He glanced around the room. “Let’s shift gears. Club business.”

Chapter 33

Sinclair

“Thanks for coming over,” I told Sarah. “I want to make a life here and I don’t really have any friends.” I didn’t tell her that I’d called her because I didn’t want to bother Dagger’s club brothers’ old ladies on the weekend. Besides, I did like Sarah, so it was good that we had this chance to connect.

“Wine is a good place to start.” She held up her glass and looked around, probably for my own glass. “Am I drinking alone? I mean that’s okay if I am, but I’m curious.”

“I have lemonade in the kitchen. Let’s go.”

After I called and invited her over, I put together a fancy board with cheese, olives, cured meats, and fruit, and I found a bottle of sparkling white wine in Dagger’s refrigerator. He didn’t seem like the wine type, and I wondered when he’d gotten it—then I remembered him asking me what I liked to drink a while ago. Not that I’d be drinking anytime soon. At least not for the next eight or so months.

If my bout of morning sickness hadn’t reminded me, now my pregnancy was front and center in my mind. I had to figure out how to tell Dagger.

“Wow, this is great, Sinclair.” Sarah took a seat at the kitchen table. “I wasn’t sure if you were shy or stuck up.”

I laughed. “I guess I always had a lot of responsibilities growing up. I was never good at the whole making friendsthing.” It was still embarrassing to admit, but not as much as it used to be.

Sarah was quiet for a long time before she took a thoughtful sip of wine. “It’s cool, I get it. I think we’ll be good friends.”

My entire body relaxed at those words. “Yeah, me too.”

“Good. Want to tell me why you’re not drinking?” she asked with a grin.

I reached for my lemonade and took a long, careful sip. I could really do with some friendly advice. “I’m pregnant,” I blurted out before I realized what my mouth was doing.

“Whoa, okay. Sexy biker?”

I nodded. “Yeah, but it’s a mess. Totally unplanned.” And then, in between sips of lemonade, I told her everything from the very beginning, that first meeting and every amazing orgasmic second to where I was now. Scared to tell him in case it messed everything up. “So, yeah, pregnant. Wishing you had something better to do today?”

“Not at all.” She grinned. “I mean, this is a lot for you, but this is the kind of real life drama my own life is sadly lacking.”

“I’m happy to switch, if you’re really into it.”

“I got a glimpse of the sexy biker, so I might take you up on it,” she joked, and refilled her glass. “But you look sad, are you worried he won’t take the news well?”

I sighed. “That’s part of it, but there’s something else.”

“Don’t tell me, he might not be the father?”

“God no!” I exclaimed. “Dagger is the father, there’s been no one else. But…” I paused. Not sure whether to burden my new friend with even more drama.

However, before I had a chance to open my mouth there was the sound of frenzied knocking on the front door, making us both jump in surprise.

“Maybe your sexy biker is missing you already,” Sarah said with a smile.

“He wouldn’t be knocking at his own door.”

I smoothed down my t-shirt as I made my way to the front door, opening it without thinking. The moment I did I instantly regretted it.

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