Page 85 of Never Trust the Living (Battle Crows MC 7)

“I’m sorry, what?” I pinched the bridge of my nose.

“She never called.” He laughed. “But I’ll go over there now if you want.”

I sighed. “I’m literally on the back of my bike now. I’m about to head that way. No need to get out now.”

“I’ll meet you at your place. Tex needs a walk anyway.”

I drove straight to Dory’s office and parked right beside her front door.

My eyes scanned the area, taking in every single thing, and noting that the only people out were the regular runners that liked to use this business park as a cut through to the main trail down the road.

Once I was sure nothing was amiss, I got off the bike and headed inside to find Dutch stuffing her face with a cupcake.

I frowned at the familiar muffin cupcake liner.

Then turned to find the familiar box that denoted my uncle’s bakery on the corner of the receptionist’s desk.

“Where is she?” I asked, figuring I’d get the information out of her.

She pointed, never stopping stuffing her face as she did.

I grinned and turned to find Dory’s office door partially closed, and a male’s voice booming with laughter.

I stalked into the room to find Dory sitting at her desk with her own half-eaten cupcake up to her mouth, and none other than my brother, Shine, and his girl, Iris, sitting in the patient chairs.

I narrowed my eyes. “I thought I told you not to come?”

Shine opened his mouth to explain when my wife stood up and said, “You did. I contradicted you by calling him back and telling himtocome.”

I blinked, shocked.

“What?”

She’d called Shine?

“I called him,” she repeated herself. “Hey, did you happen to stop and get any chocolate milk?”

I snorted. “If I’d known you wanted it, I would have. But I’m not a mind reader, babe.”

She sighed, sounding totally put out at the thought that I couldn’t read her mind.

“That’s sad,” she mumbled darkly. “What do you want to do for dinner?”

I looked at her with a smile on my face as I said, “What, exactly, would you like to have? Do you even have any room left after that cupcake?”

“That’s her third, by the way.” Iris giggled. “I’m glad we stopped by and got some. It’s quite comical to see how much she’s putting away. You’d think that she wouldn’t eat so much because she’s so small.”

“You’d think wrong.” I shook my head. “I’ve seen Dory put some food away in our time together but watching her eat this… it’s amazing.”

And it was great to see her actually eating.

Once upon a time, she wouldn’t have eaten that cupcake that he’d brought her. She would’ve overthought the hell out of it.

Though my brother would never, ever in a million years hurt her, the fact that she was eating anything he brought was a sign of trust.

That, and the pregnancy had changed a lot of her eating habits for the better.

Now, she didn’t have a problem with eating anything sweet or a craving when we went out to eat. I was sure that it wouldn’t continue this way when she wasn’t pregnant anymore, but one could hope.

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