Page 10 of Ten Minutes

Going into the same spiel I’d shared with Spin, I tell her everything, choking up at the end. I hope I don’t sound like a whiney ass who ran away from a man wanting me around. It was never like that to me, though, but rather an unhappy relationship that morphed into an even more toxic one at the end.

She nods when I finish, grabbing my hand to lightly squeeze it. I swear I can see the empathy in her eyes, and it brings me an overwhelming sense of comfort. She seems like someone who genuinely wants to help women in danger, thank God. I knew there was a chance her website could end up being fake or a front for something else. I had no idea if I’d show up and they’d sell me across the border or use my baby for some sort of twisted harvesting. Maybe lock me away as their personal sex prisoner or something else just as sick and twisted.

“We’ve helped a few women. Not as many as I’d like to, but it’s a start.”

Nodding, I eagerly hang on to each word, hoping she’ll allow me to stay. “Definitely. It shows you have a big heart to extend assistance as you have.”

“Thank you. Besides, it’s Christmas. The brothers can’t turn you away.”

Holding up my crossed fingers, I murmur, “I sure hope not. I was praying the whole way here.”

“Holding onto hope is the best thing now and in the future. I’m sure you know pregnancy can be hard and emotional journey. I just want you to know you’re here now, and you’re not alone. If you need help, even a shoulder to cry on, I’m here.”

A tear escapes as my emotions well up all over again. These damn hormones have my tears all over the place lately. “First Spin, and now you. Why would you do this for me, for a person you’ve never met before?”

“Because at one point in my life, this was the only place I could run to. I was terrified my brother would turn me away.”

“I take it he didn’t?”

She shakes her head. “No. He welcomed me with open arms, and he protected me when the time came. They all did. This club took me in and gave me everything I needed when I had absolutely nothing but a clunker of a car filled with some of my clothes. They changed my life for the better, and I’ll never forget it. If I can offer that for one person, let alone multiple, it’s what I want to do.”

We’re interrupted by Spin opening the door. He offers up a pleased grin, saying, “Hey, Sadie. I see you found our girl.”

Her brows jump as she flashes a swift glance between us. She quickly covers it up with a smile and says, “Sure did. I take it you talked to the boys?”

“Yeah.”

“And? Good news?”

He moves to stand beside me, taking my hand in his. “Prez said Naomi can stay. We voted on it, and the brothers are on board. There’s a catch, though.”

“Oh?” Sadie gets to her feet, staring Spin down.

I stammer. “I-I won’t be trouble. I promise.”

“Don’t worry, doll. It’s nothing like that. The condition is the extra rooms we have at the club are already taken. We have people in town now and in the future to spend the holiday here. We don’t like our friends and brothers spending them alone.”

“I understand. I have a little money for a hotel, but I’m afraid it’ll maybe last a week, no longer. I can work, though, if anyone needs an employee.”

“I’m not putting you in some hotel, unprotected,” he cuts me off. “Last thing you or the baby needs is to be scared, hungry, and alone. Not happening.”

Sadie’s shoulders relax. “Agreed. What’s the plan then?”

“Well, if Naomi’s okay with it, she’ll have to share my room with me. At least until the holidays are over and a spare room opens up.”

Sadie grins. “This is a wonderful idea. I’ll leave you two to talk things over and get settled. Nice meeting you, Nay.” She gives me a nickname right off the bat, making me feel even more welcome than she already has from our chat.

“Nice meeting you too.”

We watch her leave, Spin offering her a chin lift on her way out. He drops my hand to sink down on the edge of his bed. “So, how do you feel about what my brothers said?”

My chest bubbles up with a mixture of excitement and anxiety. Not the scared kind, but rather, the eager kind.

Share a room with a hot biker who has multi-colored eyes, a crazy tall mohawk, and a body made for sin?Uh, yeah. I’m down.

I hope I can keep from jumping him in one of my pregnancy-induced brain fogs, where all I can think about is humping a stiff dick or talented tongue. At least when I was living alone for those few weeks, I could go to town on a cucumber whenever the urge struck. Just thinking of it has me turned on.

“I don’t mind sharing. A room with you, or bed, whatever. You know what I mean,” I reply, feeling flustered.

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