Page 74 of April 5

He leaned against the wall and slipped his phone back into his pocket. He never put a bathroom door in the room when he bought the old bus garage and turned it into a clubhouse. It was just him. There was no need for privacy.

On the other hand, Kat liked having the bathroom to herself.

A door down the hallway opened, and Ruger stepped out into the hallway. Jagger stayed where he was. One day, he'd talk with Ruger, but he knew his MC brother wouldn't listen until he was ready.

They were even now that the punishment was over, and Ruger chose to let him live. He wouldn't allow Ruger to lift another hand to him. He also wouldn't allow Ruger to come between him and Katrina.

The door opened, and Katrina stood in the doorway, wide-eyed and pale. He stepped forward, taking her deeper into the room, and shut the door with his boot.

"What's wrong?" He held her hips.

"We need to talk." She pressed her hand against her forehead. "I need some water."

He went to the mini-fridge at the side of the room and removed a water bottle, cracking the top. When he returned to her, he could see her shaking.

"Did something happen between you and your dad?" He led her over to the couch.

"No." She took a drink. "He avoids me."

There was more going on in Ruger's life. Knowing how Ruger felt about his daughter, he had an idea the woman he rescued was taking up most of his time.

"Then what's wrong?" he asked.

"I don't want you to think I lied." She inhaled deeply.

"There's not much between us that I don't know about, Kat." He kicked up his feet and put his boots on the coffee table. "Spit it out."

She lifted her arm and pointed to the inside of her bicep. "This is the same one that was put in when you took me to the doctor. I never had a new one put in when this one expired."

At the time, she had no clue about birth control. He'd taken her, hoping a doctor would be a better person to explain everything to her and go over her options. Kat had picked the implant because she was afraid of missing a day taking a pill.

"Cord can't help you with that." He put his feet on the floor. "You'll have to make an appointment at the clinic in the next town. Let me know when, and I'll give you some money."

She put her hand on his arm, stopping him from getting up. "I don't need birth control."

"Yeah, you do."

She got up and went into the bathroom, returning to him with a pregnancy stick in her hand. "I'm pregnant."

He heard her. He understood what she was saying. But the words were still bouncing around, and he was trying to make sense of them.

They'd had a lot of sex. The implant was old.

A kid.

He dropped his gaze to her stomach. She wasn't showing. Just looking at her, he couldn't tell that his child was inside her.

"How far along?" he asked.

"A couple of months, I guess." She shrugged. "With everything going on, today was the first I'd even thought about why I hadn't had my period since coming here."

"You're not just late?"

"Two months, Jagger."

A baby.

She was going to have his kid.

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