“And that you’re not going to push me on this.”
She bites her lip. “I want you to be happy, Del.”
“Happy is overrated. I just want to be left alone.”
“Yeah, well, you’re not a troll living under a bridge, so that’s not an option.”
“You clearly haven’t seen me in the morning.”
“Haha. Look, I won’t push for now. But at some point, you’re going to have to push yourself. You’re living half a life. I know when you had the diner, you were too busy for much else, but I can’t help but wonder how much of that was by design. You’re too fucking awesome to walk through this life alone. I know you got fucked over royally and, of course, that’s made you wary to put yourself out there again. But do you really want to be alone for the rest of your life?”
“Yes. Yes, I do,” I deadpan.
She throws up her hands in exasperation. “You nearly died again. You’re really fucking good at nearly dying, Del. Maybe you could give living a shot. Who knows? Perhaps it’s not a biker for you, maybe it’s a banker or a baker or a?—”
“Candlestick maker?” I drawl, making her laugh.
“I get what you’re saying, Legs. I do. Just let me maybe recover from cracking my head open and scrambling my brains.”
“Fine.”
“Thank you.”
“You got any snacks in here?”
“No. I kinda made a mad dash here in the middle of the night. Snacks were not on my mind.”
“Lucky you, snacks are always on my mind lately. Why are you here anyway? I’m confused. Kruger said you agreed to stay with him.”
“Oh, he did, did he?”
“Crap. He didn’t ask you, did he?”
“Bikers tend to ask for forgiveness instead of permission. And that’s if you’re lucky.”
“It’s a good thing they’re all good with their hands.”
“All of them, huh?” I tease, making her flush.
“Obviously, Midas is the best.”
“Obviously.”
“So what are you going to do? And think before you answer, because there is no way I’m letting you stay here. If you really can’t handle living with Kruger, then you can move in with me and Midas.”
“I’m not moving in with you guys.”
“Sorry, did I make that seem optional? Pick someone, Delphi, because I’m pregnant and hormonal and I can’t sleep worrying about you.”
“Again with the pregnancy card?”
“I’m working with what I have.”
“The baby will be here soon. I will only be in the way.”
“How? Are you planning on sleeping in their crib?”
I groan. “You’re not going to give up, are you?”
