Page 71 of Bear

“I’m f-freezing.” Her teeth chatter and I pull her into my lap. Then I remember I have a solution to her cold problem. “I got you somethin’.”

“You did?”

“Uh-huh.” I pull the leather jacket from the satchel and hold it up before her. “I know how you feel about the ol’ lady patch, so I made a few adjustments.”

The middle of the jacket holds the Kings of Carnage logo—just like all the bikers and ol’ ladies wear—but I figured she’d appreciate the improvements.

She gasps and runs her hands over the stitching that reads, “Property of No One,” and then below, where I had a seamstress create a rocker of my own that reads, “Except Bear.”

She laughs and runs her fingers over that patch too. And then throws her arms around my neck and kisses me. “I fucking love it.”

I drape the jacket over her shoulders. “I fuckin’ love you, darlin’.”

Her smile sets my whole damn world alight, and then she opens her mouth, closes it again, and then blurts, “Quick question, though? What would you say to another pain-in-the-ass Jones?”

I quirk a brow, not following where she’s going with this.

“Or they could take your last name.” She frowns. “You do have a last name, don’t you?”

“Tink, what the fuck are you on about?”

“I’m pregnant.”

“What? How?”

“Well, I think it may have been that time when I was dragged kicking and screaming into an alley during the Rhythm and Ribs festival, or maybe it was when I was attacked by an evil biker who got a swift wrench to the head and I ended up sharing a cabin with this obnoxious, misogynistic asshole who happened to be really good with his hands and knocked me up when I left my birth control at home.”

“Seriously?”

She nods and bites her bottom lip to hide her smile.

“You’re not fucking with me?”

Tink shakes her head. “It’s really early. Like those lines were almost nonexistent but ... surprise! You’re going to be a daddy. I mean ... a father figure.”

“Holy shit.” I rake a hand through my hair. “Holy fucking shit!”

A furrow forms between her brows. “Are you happy?”

I search her gaze. “Are you?”

“I was a little shocked at first, but I kind of like the idea.”

“Yeah?”

“Mm-hmm.” She shrugs. “I mean, we could always use more help around the garage.”

I chuckle and pull her close. “You’re gonna be so fucking hot carrying my baby.”

She frowns. “I’m going to look like a pregnant child.”

“Tink, don’t take this the wrong way, but with an ass like yours, no one will mistake you for a child.”

“You called me jailbait when we met.”

“To piss you off.”

“And what about ‘baby girl?’”

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