Page 8 of Three of a Kind

It seems like she’s gained some weight since I saw her last, but even that’s a passing observation. Her hips seem fuller than I remember, and possibly, her chest. Or it could be my imagination.

She’s stunning now, just like she was six months ago.

She’s clearly having a rough day, and I’m not sure this is the right second to reveal who I really am.

As she moves to tuck her daughter into the car seat, I yank out my phone, jotting down her license plate in my notes.

I could easily remember it, but I won’t risk losing her again.

Maverick and I have a job to do that I can’t risk her getting in the middle of, considering how dangerous it is.

But as soon as that’s complete…

I’ll be coming back for my little omega.

To court the fuck out of her the right way.

Chapter Four

Brooklyn

I’m pretty sure I’m failing at everything. Somehow, I forgot how exhausting pregnancy was the first time around. Maybe it’s worse this time because my kid gives zero fucks how tired I am.

I love Libby with my whole heart, but I’m pretty sure kids are all raging narcissists. She just has no idea how much energy she has, and the world is still wildly exciting for her.

It doesn’t help that it feels like I’ve got the weight of the world sitting on my shoulders.

For being almost seven months pregnant, I’m genuinely shocked I’ve been able to hold on to the secret for this long.

It’s because I’ve got a long torso.

Baggy, shapeless clothing has become my new best friend. But even that has limits of how long it can last.

Libby’s dad is going to shit a golden brick when he figures it out. He’ll immediately want to know if the baby is a boy.

And if it is, he’ll take him from me.

Either way, it’s going to get ugly.

I can feel it.

Thank God I didn’t hook up with Maverick and Gunner all those months ago. If I had, I probably would have assumed the baby was theirs. That night, I had no idea I was already a month pregnant.

That would have been a mortifying situation.

Then there’s the major crap happening with my ex’s family.

I’m almost certain he has guys watching me all the time, but not one of them stepped in to save our freaking child.

Well, unless the motorcycle guy was one of Avan’s men, but I doubt that.

God, it’s really hard not to beat myself up over my poor life choices.

My head rests against the steering wheel as I mentally prepare myself to climb out of the car.

Libby fell asleep in her car seat with that damn orange tucked under her arm. It’s late for a nap, and if history is a good indicator, she’s going to wake up cranky.

My head aches as I rub my sore eyes.

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