Page 119 of Golden Atonement

How could I have been so stupid?

“You’re not stupid,” she said. “A little crazy but not stupid.”

“If he knows what’s good for him, then it better be negative.” I groaned. “You gotta talk to me, Delany. Get my mind off it.”

“I still don’t understand why you called me, Remi. We barely know each other.”

“Because you are there and nowhere near here.”

“Ah,” Delany muttered. “Loose lips.”

“More like flapping gums,” I grumbled. “No one in this place can keep a damn secret to save their lives, except the asshole who knocked me up.”

“Well, you will be happy to know that my pregnancy is coming along fine. Tessa says everything is good. Harlow is thrilled to have a baby brother or sister.”

“What about Storm?”

“He doesn’t care as long as the baby is healthy.”

“And the other thing?”

“All quiet on this end. Since August, when Jason sold his house, I’ve been perfectly ensconced in this beautiful home.Occasionally, one of the club brothers will stop by and visit, but that is about it. I see more of Tessa and Largo than Montana, which I’m okay with. The club bought the surrounding land and according to Tessa, Montana plans on breaking ground after the new year on a new house, since Stone House is going to take a while to finish. I’m still not comfortable around him, but things are getting better. What about you? Is my secret still safe on your end?”

“Yep. Everyone here knows nothing.”

“How much longer do you think that will last?”

“Not long,” I muttered, biting my nail. “From what I hear, secrets are starting to trickle.”

“Maybe, if you’re pregnant, then your husband won’t care about killing mine.”

“Uh-huh,” I barely said while I stared at the stick on the counter. Slowly raising it to get a better look at it, I groaned, staring at the blinking pregnant word on the damn screen.

“Remi? You sound weird. Are you okay?”

“Nope. I’m not okay. That motherfucker knocked me up!”

Quickly disconnecting the call, my hand tightened around the stick as I marched my ass out of my bathroom, down the stairs, and out the front door, headed for the clubhouse.

I was going to fucking kill him.

“Hi, Remi!” Daphne shouted, and I growled.

Ink frowned, quickly kissed his wife then ran over to me, walking swiftly to keep up.

“Hey, Remi. What’s wrong?”

“Go away, Ink.”

“Can’t do that. You’re mad. How about we go talk about whatever’s pissed you off.”

“No.”

“Whoa.” Massacre gulped, seeing me approach the backdoor of the clubhouse. “Hey, Remi. Where’s the fire?”

“Move,” I snarled as the big goofball flinched, opening the door for me. I stormed past him, only to run smack dab into Solomon and Sunny.

“Remi?” Sunny frowned. “What’s wrong?”

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