Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 92782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
“Where was your dad?” he asked, his brows drawn together.
I swallowed. It had been over twenty years now, and time did heal, but not completely. “He died when I was ten years old. A few months before my eleventh birthday.”
The sympathy in his brown eyes was immediate, and I could tell he regretted asking me. “I’m sorry to hear that.”
“Thanks,” I replied, hating that it felt awkward now. It always did when this topic came up.
“I’m still not letting you cut the grass. The mower is huge, and there are areas you have to get off and use a weed eater to reach things. I just can’t allow a pregnant woman to do that kind of work. Especially out in this heat. You’d have to climb up in the mower and …” He paused, shaking his head. “Can’t do it. Even if my momma hadn’t raised me to take care of women properly, I wouldn’t be able to stomach that. But you want to plant flowers? Go for it. I’ll handle the others. They won’t give a shit though. I promise you that.”
My head was instantly turning with ideas. Over by the back entrance and around the pool area. I had my scrapbook full of all the inspiration I’d saved. I could go through it today and piece together the things I wanted to do. I would need to make sure it worked in this heat and in the shading the backyard provided. I didn’t need to overspend. Even though I didn’t have bills right now, I wasn’t going to just stay here and give Liam nothing.
Once the baby came, I needed money saved to get a place of our own. I wished he’d allow me to get a job here. Maybe I could work at that bar his VP’s sister owned. I’d ask about that next time I saw him. Although I didn’t know when that would be. Perhaps I would ask the VP himself or ask Nina how to get in touch with Pepper.
“I’d need to find a nursery with affordable prices,” I said more to myself than to Country.
“You tell me when you want to go flower shopping, and I’ll give you a ride.”
20
Liam
It had been a little over a week since I’d left Liberty at The Judgment Sanctuary. I’d considered calling her a few times to see how she was settling in, but decided against it. I called Nina instead to make sure she was doing okay. Since there was no cause for concern, I was able to relax somewhat.
Selena was becoming a bit of an issue. I had been dodging her calls and responding to her texts at a minimum. I felt guilty every time her name appeared on my screen. I knew I needed to make a clean cut with her. We hadn’t been exclusive, but it was clear she had read more into whatever we’d been doing than was there. When Liberty wanted to tell her about the pregnancy, she could, but I was leaving that up to her. As for me and Selena, I intended to just stop seeing her.
She was probably the classiest woman I’d ever date. The fact that a doctor, with all she had going for her, was interested in the president of an MC club, who had long hair and tats, was surprising. Sure, I’d fucked high-class bitches before, but not dated them. I had just been their walk on the wild side. Didn’t matter. Selena and I were done.
A couple of prospects were on the far right side of the parking lot when I parked. Looked like Pinch was working on his bike. The fucker always had something wrong with it. The others with him were taking a smoke. They all called out a greeting, and I just nodded my head and continued inside.
Liberty’s first doctor’s appointment was in an hour, and I’d come to take her and have church with the club officers. After, I thought I’d head over to Paradise Brew—Pepper’s bar—and socialize with the men a bit before going back to Ocala. Normally, I’d stay the night, maybe two, but with Liberty in my bed, that wasn’t going to happen.
Taking long strides toward the kitchen, in hopes that Nina and Goldie had something left from breakfast, I glanced at the stairs, wondering if Liberty was ready yet. I’d told her I’d be here at twelve and to be ready to leave. It was ten till that, so I had a few minutes to grab something to eat.
Shoving through the red door, I stepped into the kitchen and paused at the sight of Liberty standing there with an apron on, laughing with Nina, who looked to be rolling out some dough. Dolly, my VP’s fiancée, was on the other side of Nina, watching with a huge grin on her face. They were clearly enjoying themselves.