Page 89 of Never Trust the Living (Battle Crows MC 7)

A husband that’d done everything in his power to make me realize that he would take care of me, and my heart.

Not that the weekdays together hadn’t been great, but both of us had to work, both of us were extremely tired, and both of us went to bed at nine o’clock. Leaving us about three hours to spend with each other before we went to bed. And a lot of those hours were spent cleaning up, or cooking, or doing something in general.

I was now fully convinced that I would be staying with Bram after our child was born.

I was also fully convinced that, although I loved Florida, we needed to go back home.

I wanted to have our child in Texas, where his family was near.

Where my family was, too.

The Crows, once they put their mind to something, knew how to get what they wanted.

And what they wanted was me.

Me to be a part of their family.

Which was why I’d be talking with Bram tonight about going home.

I knew he loved his job, but he loved his family more.

I also loved my job, but this wasn’t the place for me.

I could do my job in Texas just as well as I could do it here.

And though I loved Dutch, I loved Texas and the Crows more.

So going home it was.

“KD, you ready?” I asked my bodyguard.

His real name was Kyle Davis, but I’d shortened his name to KD when he’d said he would rather be called ‘Davis’ than ‘Kyle.’ And, because I’d loved teasing him, I called him what I wanted, which was a variation of the two.

Even though KD was more than professional at all times, it was still fun to jack with him, just to see if he’d come out of his crusty, hard shell.

Which, apparently, was never going to happen.

KD was one of Wake’s friends. An ex-con that Wake had met while in prison. Apparently, according to Wake, KD had been in prison for murdering the man that’d beaten, and paralyzed, his big sister.

Which was A-okay in my book.

“Been ready,” he answered coolly. “What about you?”

I gave him an eye roll and headed to the desk where I kept my purse during the day.

I’d just pulled it out of the drawer when I bobbled it, and all kinds of shit poured out.

Practically getting to my knees to gather all my shit, I didn’t see the blinking light at first.

I’d grabbed my pens, a couple of tampons that I hadn’t had to use in months, and my ChapStick before the blinking red light caught my eye.

“What is…” I looked over at the wires that ran out of the blinking black box and felt a sick sort of realization hit me. “KD?”

KD, at the sound of my voice, looked up where he was already bent over, helping me pick up my things to the side of my desk.

“Yeah?” he asked.

I felt my voice quiver as I said, “I think there’s a bomb connected to the underside of my desk drawer.”

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