Page 84 of Never Trust the Living (Battle Crows MC 7)

“It really is unfair that you can change the price after they deliver,” I murmured. “But I guess that’s the way it is, because of the fact that they may fuck it up somehow. Or forget to deliver…”

“Or not deliver at all,” Dutch said with wide eyes. “My order was canceled.”

I blinked. “What?”

“My order,” she turned her phone screen to me. “It was canceled.”

There was a somersault party going on in my belly, and I absently put my palm against my lower abdomen and felt the reassuring movement before saying,“Are you sure that’s not for an old order?”

“It says that our order was stolen,” she said, eyeing the food. “I don’t think we should eat this.”

I thought I should call my husband.

Which I did in the next minute.

“Hey, baby,” Bram said the moment the call connected. “You at lunch?”

I usually called him while I was eating, because he liked to hear from me once during the day to make sure I was okay. Today was no different. At least, for him at that moment in time.

“Uh.” I hesitated. “Sort of?”

There was an instant change in the tone of his voice as he said, “What happened?”

I gave him a quick rundown of the situation, starting with my morning, and ending with the lunch delivery.

“We’ll address you being in the room with a dangerous criminal later,” he murmured quietly. “But for now, tell me everything you can about this delivery guy. Does Dutch have cameras? I’m going to call Wake and…”

“Let me ask, Bram. Slow down. I’m okay right now. The guy is gone. The food is getting discarded into the trash as we speak,” I spoke over him. “Let me ask Dutch about the cameras.”

“We have them,” she said. “The only problem is they’re monitored off site. They go to a facility in Wisconsin where they’re monitored twenty-four seven. Let me call them.”

“Dutch has cameras. But she says they’re…” I trailed off when he said, “I heard. Are you really okay?”

I smiled, despite the shittiness of the situation. “I’m okay. I swear. In fact, I’m pretty sure your son is having a party in my abdomen right now. Other than being extremely hungry and unable to get lunch, which I’ll probably have to pay for later in the form of puking my guts up for hours, I’m okay. I swear.”

He cursed under his breath.

Another thing we’d found was if I stayed ‘full’ or mostly never allowed myself to get completely starving, then I would be okay. But if I allowed myself to slip past a certain point, my stomach protested everything. And loudly, for hours if I wasn’t careful.

So we’d been very careful to always have food on hand for me in case of emergency. The only problem was, I’d run out of office snacks yesterday, and hadn’t had a chance to replenish them yet.

“I’ll get Wake to bring you food,” he said. “I can’t leave. I’m literally in the water taking this call right now.”

I smiled. “Go back to work. Don’t worry about me. I’ll call Wake.”

I wouldn’t be calling Wake. Wake didn’t need to be called.

“Good,” he said. “I’m sorry, baby. I wish I knew how to find this prick.”

I wish he knew how, too.

CHAPTER 22

It’s important to get out of the house every once in a while to remind yourself why you don’t go out.

-Bram to Dory

BRAM

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