Page 23 of My Three S**y Bikers

He couldn’t finish because Grace was jerking too much, and the more he tried to increase the speed as we hit the road, the more she resisted like the good girl she was.

“I really hope you weren’t going to call Grace names, because she’s delicate like that.”

He chuckled. “You need to get out more if you think this car should be called Grace and if you believe she really has feelings. She’s a car. Not a baby.”

I knew the difference between the pair of them. I realized as we happily argued about who was right about Grace that this was probably the first time I wasn’t talking about the club or anything related to it. I felt comfortable and at ease with a man who’d run the moment he knew I had a baby.

After a couple of turns, we arrived at what felt like back at the compound, but a house.

“Right. Home sweet home.”

I pointed as I choked to get the words out. “This is your house?”

He nodded. “Sure is. I built it with my own two hands.”

Exactly how Lucky had described his house. There seemed to be a lot of building going on in the past.

“You’re lucky. The little one seems peaceful like my sister’s kid. He didn’t make a sound. I thought he was sleeping, but I can see that he was wide awake,” he said as he parked and turned around.

I spun to see he was right. Dwayne was awake, but I was used to it. “Yeah, I’m lucky—not only for his behavior but having him.”

“I hope Scar feels the same way, too.” Playboy smiled as he took off his seatbelt.

“What? How did you…?”

He chuckled. “He’s Scar’s, right?”

I nodded, thinking that even Drake hadn’t figured it out. How the heck did Playboy do it?

“I figured by the way you behaved whenever he was around and him running around like a bear with a sore head. He’s just too blind to see it, because he thinks you dumped him and went off with another. But if he took the time to look at the little fellow, he would see the resemblance.”

Shit, how had I been so blind?I thought as he struggled to get out of Grace. He was right. Drake hadn’t even taken the time to look at my baby.Our baby.He was too busy worrying about his ego and if there was another man.

The man I’d once loved was a fantasy, because he didn’t exist anymore. We were kids when we fell in love, and now, we were different. We’d grown apart in such a short space of time. Our painful pasts should have brought us closer together, but we had drifted apart.

“You can’t get out, too?” Playboy asked, as he put the baby seat on the ground and then jerked the door which opened.

“No. I’m just in shock,” I mumbled, not only about Playboy’s revelation but about the idea that Drake and I would never be and we were never this perfect couple I’d thought we were. It was as if Dwayne’s existence was a lie.

Playboy shrugged. “Everyone thinks I’m just a pretty face and I have nothing up there, until I built the house and my car. Then they realized there’s more to me.”

We walked up the drive, and the house appeared to be made of glass. I couldn’t see anything inside, which meant it was one-way glass where someone inside could see the outside, but not the other way around.

I followed him as I listened to what he had to say.

“I invested my money, and it didn’t take much to do that.”

“How? Where did you invest the money?” I was curious so I had to ask him. At the same time, my eyes landed on his four-by-four Jeep. The big black shiny Jeep had money written all over it. I didn’t know much about cars, but I was pretty sure it cost a bundle.

“Poker!”Playboy blurted as he opened the door by using a key code, holding Dwayne’s car seat in his hand as if he weighed nothing. Dwayne was a lot bigger than when we’d come. He was putting weight on, and I could feel it, as I used to be able to hold him easily in his car seat with one hand, but now, I needed two.

We walked through the white tiled hallway, and I felt like Alice in Wonderland, as nearly everything was painted white. There were a few pictures of the guys on the wall, and everything was open plan. As I followed him, we ended up in the living room, walking past a white leather sofa.

There was no way the guy, who was nearly drunk at the bar every night, and often complained when he lost in a pool game, lived in this white haven.

He had a playpen at the other side of the kitchen, and I looked out to see a pool in the yard facing it.

“When my sister’s kids come over, they often go there. So I set everything up for them.” He pointed at the playpen.

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