Page 19 of Broken

Dirty looked up to see Colt walking into thekitchen. He was nursing a coffee. After last night’s party, he needed to getthe caffeine into his veins. He held his mug up and nodded. “The good shit.”

Colt laughed. He took another long sip of hisdrink and wrinkled his nose.

“You all right?” Colt asked.

“Yeah, I’m good.”

He’d been close to Petal last night, but that wasabout as good as it got. Petal hadn’t stayed too long and it pissed him off. Hehated that Myth had been the one to take her home. Fucking sucked, big time.

This was a new feeling for him. He wasn’t used tobeing jealous over a woman. Not over anyone.

“You sure?” Colt asked, heading toward thecoffeepot.

He nodded. “Yeah, I’m good.”

“You don’t look it.”

Dirty laughed. “I’m fine.”

He and Colt were good friends. Since shit had gonedown, they didn’t have a lot of time to hang out with each other.

“What are you doing today?” Colt asked.

“I’m on protection detail. Warden has added thediner to the patrol, so today is my time.”

“At least you get a good lunch out of it.” Dirtynodded. “It was not a problem. Petal never served him anyway. You? What areyour plans for today?”

Colt winced. “Rosalie and I are heading to thedoctor’s today.”

Dirty frowned and glanced over at his friend.“What’s wrong?”

Colt ran fingers through his hair and reached intothe cupboard above his head. Dirty watched as he grabbed a bag of crackers.

“She’s been getting sick in the morning. Just …bad vomiting, and after she has eaten something dry, and then a drink of tea.Shit, fuck, tea. I can’t have coffee.” Colt actually pouted and then movedtoward the stove where the other kettle was waiting to be heated. “We think shemight be pregnant.”

“Are we happy about this? Sad?”

Colt paused and as Dirty looked at him, itappeared as if the other brother had stopped breathing.

“I don’t fucking know what to think. I mean, it’sgot to be a good thing, right? Pregnancy. My woman having my kid. I mean, wetried enough times and fucking failed, and now, as we’re just getting to reallyknow and understand each other, a kid. It’s that fucking law, right, God’slaw.”

Dirty smiled. He was happy for his friend, but atthe same time he wasn’t happy. “Who figured it out?”

“My mom,” Colt said.

“Kim knows?”

“She thinks that’s what it is, and I don’t want toupset her or anything.” Colt blew out a breath. “It can’t be anything else.There is no bug out there that allows a woman to throw up in the morning andfor the rest of the day be fine. I mean, that kind of shit doesn’t happen,right?”

“Yeah, right.”

He thought about Petal. Colt seemed to have hisshit together a lot better than he did.

“What do you think?” Dirty asked.

“About?”

“You know, Rosalie being pregnant?”

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