Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 57355 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57355 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
“Okay, Callaway, you can take her. Remember what I said, Molly. Okay?”
She nodded and waved at me over Callaway’s shoulder as he carried her out.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Callaway
“Okay, you can open your eyes.”
I lifted my hands away and watched her reaction. She clearly didn’t know what was happening. She gave me a tentative smile.
“Um.”
I pulled her into my arms for a quick kiss. I couldn’t keep my hands off her. I was already dreaming about getting her back to my place tonight.
“Welcome home, baby.”
“Home?”
I held out the keys. She inhaled sharply and I smiled.
“She’s ours.”
She looked at the house, then back at me. I took her hand and led her down the path.
“I know it’s a little rundown, but I just paid for it today. I’m going to fix it all up for you, sweetheart. For you and Tommy.”
She didn’t say a word as I unlocked the door and gestured for her to step inside. I flipped on a few lights and looked back at her. She looked stunned.
“What do you think?”
She wrapped her arms around herself. “I don’t know. I mean, it’s a nice place.”
“Nice? This is home, baby! This is where we’re going to live happily ever after.”
She looked worried so I stepped closer and pulled her against my chest.
“What’s wrong, sweetheart? You don’t like it?”
“No, that’s not it.”
“Then what?”
She stepped away, looking annoyed. Actually, I was pretty sure it was the first time I’d ever seen that particular look on her face.
“You didn’t even ask me.”
My jaw must have hit the floor, I was so shocked.
“You’re mad?”
“I don’t know. I’m not jumping for joy.”
“But . . . you promised to move in with me.”
“Yes, but . . . don’t you think I should have seen the house?”
I stood there, a terrible feeling in my gut.
“It’s not that this isn’t sweet or generous. It is. It’s just . . . well, I want to be consulted on things. Like the baby thing.”
My voice was deadly quiet.
“What about the baby thing?”
“I barely even had time to think about it. You just sprang it on me.”
My jaw started ticking and I saw black. Not red. Black. She didn’t like the house. She didn’t want my baby.
“You don’t want to move in with me?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“Then what?”
“You should have asked me! About everything! About anything!”
“You don’t think I ask you anything?”
“Well, you don’t! You tell! It’s arrogant and it makes me feel like a passenger. It’s not right!”
I closed my eyes. She was about to end it. I knew it. I couldn’t face up to it right now. Maybe if I gave her some space, she’d love me again. Not that she’d ever told me in words.
“I’d better take you home. Let us both cool down.”
She stared at me. “You don’t want to talk about this?”
I shook my head slowly and she deflated a bit. She’d been riled up and now she just looked sad. Like she was disappointed in me. I’d let her down in my hurry to get us set up. It hurt my heart to see her look at me like that.
But nothing hurt as much as hearing she didn’t want to have my baby.
“But we live together.”
It was true. I’d gotten her out of that flea trap and into my place. There was even room for Tommy if he was ready to leave the skilled nursing facility before the house was ready. I’d thought everything was set. Planned. My timeline was in order.
• Move In Together
• Buy House
• Take Care of Tommy
• Have Babies
• Live Happily Ever After with Mols
Now all those plans felt like a house of cards in a stiff breeze.
“You stay there. I’ll find someplace to crash.”
“Callaway . . .”
She reached for me but I stepped away. I’d borrowed Whiskey’s car to drive her over here. I could just drive her back, drop off his car, and walk to the clubhouse. There were rooms there for the guys to crash and do ‘other things’.
Not that I wanted anything other than a stiff drink or twenty.
“Come on.”
I knew the look in Molly’s eyes would haunt me for the rest of the day. Maybe longer. She was hurt and I was the one who had done it.
But it didn’t change a damn thing.
She doesn’t want my baby.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Molly
“Have you guys heard anything?”
I sat on Kaylie’s sofa, staring at my friends. My new friends, who had done more than just merely embrace me. Sallie, Kaylie, Becky, and of course, Janet, were more than just friends. They had welcomed me like one of their own.
They were like sisters to me, and that meant a lot. I hadn’t had much in the way of family. I had one now.
But I was afraid I was on the verge of losing them.
Even worse, I was certain I had already lost Callaway.
The thought of that big, intense, sexy as all get-out biker running around thinking he was a free man . . . well, it was enough to make my blood run cold. If he was with another girl, I didn’t think I could bear it.