Page 159 of Break Out

She shook her head. “I don’t know. We’ll see. Dad really doesn’t like him.”

I had nothing to say to that because my Dad really hadn’t liked me being with Steel, but I wouldn’t give him up for anything now.

“Did Uncle Cal tell you why?” I asked.

She rolled her eyes. “Says I can do better.”

“Yeah, I’ve been there,” I said with a grimace.

She shook her head. “He has no idea how hard it is to meet people.”

I nodded. “It is hard, but I’m pretty sure the right person will come along at the right time.”

“I guess I’m impatient.”

“Don’t go getting baby fever. That will only make it worse.”

“I’m glad you’re happy, Simone. Steel dotes on you.”

I grinned. “Yeah, I’m a very lucky woman.”

Alexandra wandered to the kitchen and grabbed her water bottle. “How long are you going to stay in Jacksonville? After your baby shower at his house last month, I can’t imagine not moving to Augusta. You weren’t kidding, his place is the shit.”

“My lease is up in December. The new clubhouse should be finished by then…or at least part of it. As long as Steel finds someone to lead that chapter by the end of the year, that’s when we’ll move.”

The smile on her face didn’t shine like normal. “I’m happy for you, really. But I feel like I’m not going to see you any more.”

“You think Mom isn’t going to hound me to come visit every chance I get?”

Her smile brightened. “Totes.”

“Yeah. It’s not like I’m on the other side of the country.”

“But you won’t be at the Riot MC clubhouse much. The holiday bash won’t be the same.”

I grinned. “I thought MC life wasn't for you?”

“You know what I mean.”

I nodded. “You're right. I can still come for certain things. I’m not going to miss a low-country boil when the Biloxi brothers come to town.”

“You sure?” she asked.

“Lex, you can take a girl out of the Riot, but you can’t take the Riot out of the girl.”

She smiled. “I better go. Let you get some sleep since that little girl looks like she dozed off.”

Two minutes after she left, Steel wandered out of our bedroom wearing black draw-string pajama pants with orange Harley-Davidson logos all over them. “She leave?”

I nodded.

“You did good,” he said.

I shot him a dose of my side-eye. “Now who’s been eavesdropping?”

“Sorry, but I had to hear how you’d handle the stuff about Rafferty. You were perfect. Besides, if she’d blamed you still – I don’t care whose daughter she is – I’d have had to set her straight.”

I shook with laughter. “You’re so protective. Felicity is in trouble when she gets older.”

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