Page 52 of Rhett Redeemed

I blink slowly. “So you’re telling me only their women can go on the back of their bikes?”

“Yeah, and although you and Rhett aren’t together, there’s obviously some shit going on there, so I think you should ask him to teach you. Which, by the way, is sexy as fuck,” he comments, grinning. “Rhett is going to take over the Wind Dragons one day soon, everyone knows it, so I don’t need to piss him off for no good reason.”

“I see,” I murmur. I don’t quite know what he means by “take over” the Wind Dragons, but I guess I should ask Rhett. “Well, Rhett and I are just friends, so I’m definitely not his. But I can understand you not wanting to get involved in the mess that is my life. Maybe I’ll just go to a riding school.”

“You could ask Clover,” he suggests. “I’ve heard she’s been riding before she could even drive.”

I nod, even though I know I’m not going to. I don’t want to ask Clover for anything, especially when we are finally on decent terms. I don’t want to push it. We definitely aren’t close enough for me to ask her for favors. I would ask Cara, but I’ve kind of been avoiding her ever since I found out I’m pregnant. Maybe it’s a way of self-preservation for me, knowing that soon she’s probably going to be really upset with me, so I’m pulling away to save myself some of the pain that I know is coming my way very soon.

Thinking of the baby reminds me that I won’t be riding anything for the next eight months, so the motorcycle thing is going to have to wait anyway.

That thought puts me in a solemn mood, but then I think about the child I’m growing inside of me and I know that any sacrifices I have to make will be well worth it. I find myself daydreaming at work, wondering what he or she will look like, and thinking about names I love.

By the time I’m on my way home I’m exhausted, probably because I didn’t sleep much last night. To say I’m more than a little surprised that I see Rhett when I get home is an understatement. He’s standing next to his bike, looking down at his phone when I pull up in my car.

“What are you doing here?” I ask. I mean, I know I told him I wanted to speak to him about something, but I didn’t think he’d be here so quickly, and without any notice.

He opens my car door and waits for me to get out. “You said you wanted to talk, so I’m here.”

I arch my brow. “You mean the MC sent you here to do something for the club so you decided to stop in here, too?”

He opens his mouth, then closes it. “I’m in town on club business as well but—”

“I thought as much,” I say, but I’m not really bothered by it. The fact that he came here the same day I told him I wanted to talk means something. He didn’t have to stop by.

I walk to my front door. He follows behind me. I wasn’t prepared to have to tell him so soon. I don’t know how to say it.

Well, here goes nothing.

Chapter Twenty

Rhett

“Can I get you something to drink?” Con asks.

I shake my head. “No thank you.”

I wasn’t going to stop by, but the truth is, Arrow asked Dice to come here to handle some club business, but I offered to go instead. Mainly because I know Con wanted to talk about something, and because I didn’t even reply to her text the other night when Arrow needed me at the clubhouse.

There were some territory issues with another MC, and Sledge ended up getting into a fight with a member of the Cursed Ravens MC named Shovel. I had to go in for some damage control, and to stop an MC war from breaking out, which is the last thing we need right now. We’ve never had issues with the Cursed Ravens before, and I don’t want to start something just when shit’s getting peaceful around here. I spoke with Gage, their president, and cleared the matter up. I know normally Arrow would handle this, but now he’s letting me step in, probably to see what I’m made of. He’s testing me, and I want to pass with flying colors.

I give my full attention to Con, waiting for her to tell me whatever is on her mind. I’m guessing it’s about our so-called friendship, or me continuously dropping by to her house whenever I feel like it. We probably should define what we are. I know what we would be if it were solely up to me. The sex is out of this world and I can’t seem to get enough of her.

But beyond that, she brings me peace. And comfort. I realize why it’s necessary to have an old lady when you’re president. Behind every member of an MC is the woman who holds him up. If my mother taught me anything, it’s that a man doesn’t need a woman and a woman doesn’t need a man. But together they can be a powerful force. That’s what Con is for me. I probably should make this official; I don’t know what I’m waiting for.

“Okay,” she whispers, more to herself than me, I think. “So basically I just wanted to tell you that—”

My phone starts to ring, and when I see Arrow’s name pop up I know I have to answer it. “One second, sorry.”

She nods, and distracts herself in the kitchen while I take the call.

“Yeah?”

“We need you at Toxic now. You’re close by, right? There’s a situation. One of the girls has been hurt.”

“What?” I ask, concern and shock filling me. “I’m on my way.”

How did this happen? We have every safety measure to make sure that it doesn’t. I hope whoever it is, she’s not too hurt.

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