Page 40 of Never Trust the Living (Battle Crows MC 7)

But the sound of his voice had been like a knife straight to my soul.

My eyes popped open, and for a second, at the sight of him, I couldn’t breathe.

God.

In the weeks that I hadn’t seen him, he’d somehow gotten even more beautiful.

How was that even fair at all?

His eyes had deep, dark circles under them, denoting a lack of sleep just like me.

But I wasn’t stupid enough to think that he hadn’t been sleeping because I’d been gone.

No.

Likely, he hadn’t been sleeping because of some other matter. One I’d been trying really hard not to think about.

Cough, cough.Mimi. Cough.

It took him weeks to find me.

I supposed it was the divorce papers coming out of Accident, Florida that caused him to finally find me.

I knew it was a possibility. Slim, but possible.

Still, even though I’d told myself to not be so stupid all the time, I had this lingering hope that he might try to find me.

But never in a million gazillion years would I have suspected he’d actually come.

Maybe he’s hand delivering the divorce papers so he can get it over with faster. I mean, you did see him with Mimi the day before you left. Maybe they want to get married, and he can’t because bigamy is illegal in Texas.

“All of it is mostly bluster,” the nurse, Gary, said. “She should be just fine in a day or two. But I don’t want you to leave her alone, just in case that man decides to come back.”

I could’ve cursed him.

In the long hours I’d spent there by myself today, waiting for the OB to come down and give me an ultrasound to make sure our baby was okay, I’d gotten to know him.

And he knew my entire story—most of it because I was on a little bit of pain meds, and pain meds made me say and do stupid stuff. Like give out my life story to a stranger.

Luckily, I hadn’t spouted out my entire life story.

Just the majority of it.

“I—”

Bram’s phone rang, and he frowned hard at me.

“Answer it,” I urged when it rang three times. “It could be something important.”

It could be Mimi wanting to know where you are.

He placed the phone to his ear and said, “Yeah?”

I watched as emotion after emotion played out over his face. Sadness. Anger. Grief. Then rage.

“What kind of papers again?” he asked, sounding in control, but most definitely not.

I’d seen Bram mad over the years.

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