Page 170 of Gunner

“True.”

“And now you have Maureen.”

We all looked over at the older woman asleep in the recliner. At forty-eight, Maureen was also pregnant. After years of believing she was only meant to have one, she now had a stepdaughter and another child on the way. Pregnancy was kicking her butt, and she often fell asleep when we got together and weren’t actively doing something.

“She really is great. I’m so happy for my dad. And for me too. She’s the mom I always wish I’d had. I can’t wait to meet Colleen.”

“When is she coming to visit?” I asked.

“Not for a few more months. Her uncle doesn’t want her traveling right now. Something about not being able to protect her. Plus, she wanted to wait until it was warm. Apparently, winter in Boston is not the same as winter here. Uncle Sal said he would bring her with him when the baby’s born.”

“I know Maureen is hoping we will all take her under our wings and talk her into moving here,” Sam said.

“We just need to set her up with a biker,” Ellie said.

“Yea, but which one? Remember, she’s related to King. If Micah and I hadn’t been together before we found out I was related to King, he never would have let him touch me. As it was, he wanted to pull his patch when he found out.” She giggled.

The front door opened, and a prospect stepped in. He looked around the room, and when his eyes landed on mine, he looked pained. He walked slowly toward me, and I was anxious about what he was going to say.

“Um, Doc.”

“What’s up, Joey?”

Joey was a new prospect. He had been fired from the motel where he worked at night for refunding Maureen when she refused to stay there since it looked nothing like it showed online.

When he came to King for help, they offered to let him prospect. He was taking care of his little sister and needed something with flexible hours. You didn’t get more flexible than a motorcycle club that made its own rules. And given what Steele had done for Gunner, he made sure it would work for Joey.

“There’s a woman outside. With a kid.”

“Ok. Is she asking for me?”

He looked at the door and then at the other women in the room. Then he looked at the church doors.

“Joey, what’s the problem?” I asked, standing from my seat.

“Well, she asked for Gunner.”

“Ok, then bring her in.”

He moved back to the door and opened it. A woman I recognized walked in, carrying a small blonde child I didn’t.

“Missy? What are you doing here?”

“Haizley?” Her brows furrowed as she gawked at me.

The child lifted her head and looked around.

A gasp behind me had me turning to look at Ellie.

“Danika!”

She rushed over to Missy and tried to take the child from her, but Missy pulled her in tight and turned away.

Ellie scowled at the woman. “Who the fuck are you and what are you doing with my niece?”

“What’s your name?” Missy asked her.

“I asked you first.”

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