Page 63 of Tuck & Roll

“Was she really naked and on top of Tuck?” Calliope asked.

Wow. She had no idea that a bunch of bikers were such gossips. She knew they’d more than likely discuss it amongst each other because Tuck was their brother and he was having a rough time of it, but she didn’t realize they’d spill everything to their old ladies, too.

“Yes. With his hands on her naked tits. Oh, sorry.” She probably shouldn’t talk like that in front of the baby.

“It’s okay,” Calliope laughed. “She’s still too young to understand.”

“Seriously? What a bitch!” Bellamy commented. “What? She said Harper doesn’t understand yet,” she explained when Lindsey frowned at her.

“It doesn’t surprise me. She’s always been like that. She was always mean to me in school,” Kylie told them. “She figured out I had a crush on Tuck and made my life hell. She knew we were neighbors, too, and we grew up together, but she hated when he talked to me in the halls.” She shook her head. “I guess she expected him to ignore me completely.”

“She’d get mad when he talked to you?” Lindsey absently rubbed her belly.

“Oh yeah. She’d knock my books out of my hands, bump into me, knocking me into people or lockers. One time she supposedly tripped and dumped her lunch tray in my lap. It was chili day. Her favorite thing to do was to constantly remind me what a pathetic geek I was and that Tuck could never fall for someone like me.”

“Like you?” Calliope shared a confused look with the other two women. “Like a stunningly beautiful computer genius?”

“No, like an ugly computer nerd.” She waved her hand, dismissing the conversation. “It doesn’t matter. She won again. I was silly to think that something could happen between Tuck and me.”

“You know she pulls this crap because she’s jealous of you?” Lindsey interjected.

Kylie scoffed. “Jealous of me? Have you seen her? She’s a Sports Illustrated swimsuit cover model despite being pregnant.”

“Maybe so, but she wouldn’t be working this hard to keep you and Tuck apart if she didn’t think she had anything to worry about. Women like her never grow up or get past their glory days of high school. She knows Tuck is into you and it drives her insane that she can’t work him like she usually does.” Could Bellamy be right? Was Taylor insecure about her influence on Tuck? That was something to think about.

“How much longer does she have until the baby’s here?” Calliope asked.

“Six weeks.”

“Oh. She’s a week ahead of me,” Lindsey said.

“What happens with you and Tuck once the baby gets here?” Calliope handed a toy to Harper.

“If it’s his? Nothing, I guess. He’ll be stuck with her for the rest of his life and honest to God, I don’t know if I can handle having her in my life like that.”

“Do you love him?” Bellamy asked.

Kylie’s laugh was self-deprecating. “I’ve been in love with him since I was a teenager in high school and I’ll love him until the day I die.”

“Then there has to be a way to make it work out.” Lindsey nodded.

“If there is, I haven’t figured it out yet,” Kylie chuffed.

“Well, Race says you’re going to be the Sons computer whiz so there will always be a chance you’ll run into Tuck here at the clubhouse.” Bellamy brought up what Kylie had already been thinking about.

“I know. I’ve thought of that. Maybe I’ll do the work the club needs from home or rent a space somewhere in town I can do business for the club and still take on side jobs. I don’t know.” She rubbed her brow. She was tired of what ifs and maybes. Until Tuck got the paternity test, they wouldn’t know anything for sure.

“What if the baby isn’t his?” Lindsey asked.

“I don’t know. Before I caught them in bed together, I would have immediately answered we’d be together. Now, I don’t know.”

Tuck had called it. The next week had been pure hell. Unable to speak with Kylie because he was stuck playing nursemaid to Taylor was the worst part. He’d sent several text messages to Kylie, asking her to give him a call. He should take her non-response for what it was. A brush off, or more like a fuck off. She didn’t want anything to do with him.

He’d put himself in her place and knew if he’d walked in on what she’d seen, he would have felt the same way. Just because he understood what was happening didn’t mean he had to like it.

He was sitting on the steps of his back porch, plowing his way through a bottle of tequila, trying to have a moment to himself that didn’t involve Taylor. The sound of the back door sliding open behind him alerted him that she’d found him. There went his peaceful evening.

He felt her hand land on his shoulder as she lowered herself to sit beside him. Tomorrow was her doctor’s appointment and he couldn’t wait. He didn’t remember prospecting being as much of a chore as step and fetching for Taylor. He prayed the doctor released her and allowed her to go about her daily life unrestricted.

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