Page 38 of Break Out

“Oh,” she whispered. “My girlfriend encouraged me to get tested too, once I found out I was pregnant. But that wasn’t real harm.”

I gave her a half nod. “Yeah, but you also haven’t delivered the baby, so I don’t like that I put you in that position.”

“You didn’t know.”

I kept eye contact with her even as my head moved in infinitesimal shakes. “Yeah, well, I should have done better.”

She leaned toward me. “Unless you’re psychic, there’s no way you could have.”

I turned and stalked to the tiny-ass fridge in the kitchenette.

“Anyway, I’ll get out of your hair. If you see an unknown number from the nine-oh-four area code, it’s most likely me.”

I speared her with a look. “You aren’t fuckin’ leaving, Jade.”

“Why not?”

“It’s late, which wouldn’t mean shit any other time, but it’s Bike Week and plenty of people don’t know their limits. You aren’t getting into an accident when you can sure as hell sleep here tonight.”

“You’re serious?”

I nodded. “Very.” I jerked my head toward the back. “You can sleep in my bed. I’ll take the couch.”

She shook her head. “I’m a big girl, Steel. I can get back to my car just fine, and it wouldn’t be the first time I was on the road at the same time as drunks.”

I crossed my arms. “You’re staying here, woman.”

She laughed. “Okay. If you say so.”

When was the last time a woman fucking laughed at me?

Her hands went into her pockets and she dug her keys out. If she hadn’t done that, she might have gotten the jump on me. She took one step toward the door and I stopped her.

I had my arms wrapped around her from behind. “You aren’t going anywhere.”

She rested her hands on my forearm at her belly. We were both enjoying this moment. That was wrong and I forced myself to let her go and step away.

She moved to the couch and sat. “If you’re going to keep me here, the least you could do is tell me about your club. Everything I’ve heard is from my dad – and that’s,” she gave a scoff mingled with a chuckle. “Precious little information to say the least.”

I twisted my lips while I debated how much to share. “I run the mother chapter. Twenty chapters roll up – including the Augusta chapter.”

“Augusta, Georgia?”

“Yes.”

“You live there?”

“Outside of there, but yeah.”

Her eyes locked with mine. “Good to know.”

Those words, and her in my camper.

Fuck.

I wanted her, but I knew better.

Not only did I want to avoid another run at parenthood, I didn’t want to put her in the cross-hairs of me and Volt.

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