“Actually, the opposite,” I reply as I shake my head.
“Oh my god! You’re pregnant,” she whispers before I can even form the words.
“Yea.” I can’t help but smile.
“Wait, why is this a secret? Does Whiskey not know yet?”
“No. I want to surprise him again on his birthday like I did about Krew.” I brush my hand over the wild, dark strands of Ryder’s hair while I think about how I’m going to break the newsto Whiskey. “But this time I’m drawing a blank on how to tell him.”
Sunshine cocks her head to the side, then kisses Joey’s head. “You did the stuffed bear thing last time, right?”
“Yup.” I nod. “And I loved your idea when you used the beer bottles to tell Ring and Steel about these nuggets, so I was hoping you’d maybe have another idea in your back pocket that you wouldn’t mind sharing with me.”
She perks up and her smile gets big. “Ooo! What about a scavenger hunt?”
“Hmmm,” I think about the possibilities that could bring. “That could be fun.”
“Don’t you have his big present already being delivered on the fourteenth? Maybe you can tie that in somehow too?”
I think about the biggest, and most expensive, present I will probably ever give my husband and it makes me excited but nervous at the same time. It is exactly what he’s been asking for for over a year, but I still worry I picked the wrong something or other and it won’t be just right.
Lightbulb! “What if I make it kinda like a trip down memory lane? Each clue will be something about our relationship.”
“That sounds fun. You should come up with riddles for him to solve and move to the next spot.”
“And the final one will be where I’m waiting with the main gift and I can tell him the extra news too.”
“I love it,” Sunshine beams with even more happiness. It’s no wonder her guys gave her the Old Lady name they did. Between her bright blonde hair and sunny disposition, I can’t help but be happy when I’m around her.
“Isn’t it crazy how much has happened in the last few years? I never imagined that when I was on the hunt to find my mystery dad, that I’d end up living here with two husbands, three kids, a dog, and a whole huge family.”
“You’re telling me.” I can’t help but shake my head as I think back. “I wanted nothing to do with the club when Angel was here as a club girl. But now that we’re both married to bikers, and all popping out babies like bunnies, I can’t imagine our lives any other way.”
CHAPTER SIX
WHISKEY
WEDNESDAY EVENING
Bang!Slamming my gavel on the bowling lane turned table, I get everyone’s attention.
That’s right . . . the table we use for Church is a refurbished bowling lane. When my Pops, uncle, and their three buddies turned this old meat processing factory into a clubhouse, they used as many of the materials left behind as they could. Why there was a bowling lane inside a factory, I’m not sure, but they cut it in half, glued and screwed the pieces back together, and formed a seven foot wide by thirty foot long table from it. This beauty has some dents and scratches and stains, but it has alsobeen witness to some crazy times. It’s strong and sturdy and holds up to the abuse of a bunch of rowdy bikers. It was here before I was born, and will most likely still be here long after I’m gone.
“Church is now in session!” I yell across the room to quiet all the talking. Hammer just shut the doors and sat down so that means everyone who is supposed to be here, should be here. Looking around the table, I notice one empty chair.
“Saddle is still out of town at his folk’s place in Florida.” Steel, sitting just to my left, answers my question before I even have to ask it. “But I called him and he knows what’s goin’ on. He said he can come back if we need him.”
“Depending on what Cypher is about to tell us, he might need to book that flight.” I wave toward him as he opens the tablet in front of him.
Now normally, I do not allow any technology in this room. When Church is in session, one of the Prospects is assigned to sitting at a small table right outside the doors, and all of our cell phones are dropped in a box as we enter. Not that I believe that any of my Brothers would do anything to do anything that would jeopardize our club, I take zero risk at anyone’s devices being bugged. We all try to be very careful who we come in contact with, but that doesn’t mean someone from the outside might try and hear something they shouldn’t. The things discussed in this room are meant to stay in this room. Period. Point blank. No bullshit.
The exception rides with Cypher. As the club’s tech guy, I know his devices are clean and only used for club business. He is the only person allowed to bring technology in this room. Hell, he even runs the lights in this room. If I tried to tell him to he couldn’t bring anything in, he’d probably sabotage the wiring and the rest of us would be stuck sitting in the dark. He’s just that much of an asshole . . . but in a good way because he’s sodamn smart. He has also saved our asses way too many times to fuck with him, so I don’t even try.
“Alright Brothers, here’s what’s goin’ on. Drake Sanders . . .”
Other than Hammer, Steel, Haze, and Cypher, the rest of the club is out of the loop from what I found out this afternoon. I fill in the group with what Rave told Haze and he fills in the blanks as needed. Steel adds his knowledge of Drake during their joint time in prison, then it’s Cypher’s turn to fill us all in on what he’s learned. After he left our impromptu meet-up earlier, he was able to pull information on the guys he was looking for in just a couple hours.
“This yahoos were so damn easy to find,” Cypher starts. He clicks a button on his tablet’s keyboard, the front half of the room goes dark, and a projector in the ceiling kicks on to display what’s on his screen across the wall behind me. Last fall he rewired the meeting room so he no longer has to get up and plug his devices in so we can see them. He now can do it from anywhere in the room. Like I said . . . he’s smarter than all of us—combined.
