Page 4 of Her Demanding Biker
"Can you tell people the stories behind your names or is it like the CIA where you have to keep it secret?"
Willow pulled me in for a hug. "I need to bring you to the clubhouse for a party."
Panic.
"I don't think that's a good idea-"
"Whatever! You'd have a great time."
I tried to smile but I was pretty sure my smile looked like I was wincing.
My face showed more than I wanted other people to know.
Diesel could see it, but Willow ignored it.
Just like I knew she would.
She was awesome like that.
Accepting when I backed off and away.
She was there for me but didn't push me to say anything to her.
"Seriously, Arlys. You'd love it."
Diesel rolled his eyes and gave Willow a look that said he loved her.
I had to smile at that. Willow was younger than me, but she seemed more settled.
More sure of herself.
I envied her ability to look at the world as someone who had her place in it. I was just trying to keep my head above water.
"So, Arlys."
I lifted my head to look at Diesel.
With the weight of his voice and his size, I would be stupid not to pay attention to him.
"Are you saying no to the party because you've got a man?"
Willow turned toward me with an open-mouthed gasp. "I never thought to ask you! I thought you were here alone."
I lifted my hand then, touching my cheek.
Yeah, I was hot to the touch. If I didn't know better, I'd think that I had a fever.
But I knew that I wasn't sick. I rarely got sick.
This heat?
It was purely because I felt like I was back in one of those dreams where you end up naked in front of your class in school. Utter humiliation.
"I... I'm here alone. It's just me and the baby."
I felt the baby shift inside and my eyes widened.
I hadn't felt the baby move all that much. Less than a handful of times.
