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“Jesus, his ego gets any bigger he won’t fit in the truck,” Crusher said, then looked at the women. “You’ve made our day, ladies.”

“Sweetie, I’d make your week if I wasn’t married,” Susan said, and Prez laughed and headed out the door.

“No doubt you could, ma’am. Enjoy your lunch,” Jag said and winked before he followed Crusher out the door.

I held the door open while the others followed. And when the last of my brothers walked past, I let the door shut behind me.

Luna wasn’t beside my bike and I looked across the parking lot and saw her with Roscoe, helping him check the tiedowns on the trailer.

“The man could use some meds,” Flirt said as I approached my bike.

I laughed. “I’m not going to argue with you on that. But you’ve got to respect how he enjoys life with no apologies,” I said, straddled my bike, and looked in Luna’s direction. I smiled when she laughed at something Roscoe said, then started across the lot toward me.

“I need to worry about Roscoe stealing you from me,” I said as Luna got closer.

“Not sure. ‘Cause he does have a big...truck,” she said, and Flirt chuckled.

I flipped Flirt off and swatted Luna’s ass as she passed me to get on the bike.

“My ride’s smoother and has more power,” I said and laughed as she pinched my side. Once she was situated on the back, I started my bike along with the others. As soon as Roscoe’s truck started across the lot, we began pulling out. There was alot more hours to ride before we stopped for the night.

Chapter Eleven

Luna

Who knew carrying a baby the size of a peanut would exhaust you? Certainly not me. What did I know about babies? Zip. Zilch.

My mind ran wilder with every mile we drove. The worry of being someone’s mother. The worry of what the women of Black Hawk would be like. Would I fit in? The only thing I had no doubt about was Brax. I loved him even when I didn’t know what the word meant.

The truck slowed and brought me out of my head. When I looked out the windshield, we were following the bikes down the exit ramp.

“You feeling okay, sugar?” Roscoe asked and glanced over at me.

I’d been riding in the truck with him since we’d left the motel that morning. The first day, I spent on the back of Brax’s bike. The second day, and now the third, was spent in the truck. Brax thought it was best since I spent the better part of each morning hugging the toilet, which was a new level of gross because of the whole thing about getting up close and personal in a motel’s bathroom.

“Yeah, I feel a lot better.”

“Good.” Roscoeturnedright at the end of the exit.

“Is this the exit to the club?”

“Nope, last gas stop. The bikes could’ve made it, but nosenseus rolling in on fumes. We’ve got about an hour left,” Roscoe said while he maneuvered the truck and trailer into the station’s lot and stopped beside one of the pumps. “You getting tired of riding?”

“A little. And I want to thank you in case I forget to tell you that when we arrive. You men have been great. I know you probably would have pushed to get home sooner, but...” I trailed off and grinned at Roscoe.

“Ah, darlin’, we take care of our own. And make no mistake you are ours now. You became ours the minute the munchkin took root. So, with morning sickness kicking your ass, we might not understand it, but it makes you feel bad, and that we can help ease. Only if it means taking some extra time to get home.”

I felt my eyes fill and I blinked to get rid of the tears.

“None of that. Besides, more time away will only make Sue miss me more, which means, I’m gonna benefit big time.” Roscoe wagged his eyebrows at me,andI couldn’t help but laugh.

“If Iwereolder, I would fight every woman for you, Roscoe.”

“Ah, sugar, there’s more than enough of me to go around.” Roscoe opened his truck door as Brax opened mine.

“You got your own woman, Roscoe. Stop hitting on mine,” Brax said over the cab of the truck.

“Aww, please. You boys are delusional, they are mine,” Roscoe said and started fueling the truck.

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