“Dear.” Gail smiled conspiratorially. “Now’s not the time, nor the place, for such an altercation.”
Funny that she knew there’d be an altercation.
I didn’t think there would ever be a good time or place for any altercation involving the two snakes.
I decided to be the bigger person and walk away before I could say or do something that would get me thrown in jail.
I figured I had a better than even chance of not being put in a cell seeing as Boone was in the same motorcycle club as the sheriff and one of his deputies, but it was better to be safe than sorry.
Plus, if I got into a fight with them, I wasn’t sure that I could conceal my weight gain.
Fights tended to have hair pulling and shirt yanking.
And I just knew they’d figure it out before I was ready.
I might never be ready.
But until I needed to announce it to the world, I’d keep it my little secret.
Maybe I’d be able to hide it during the entire pregnancy.
I wasn’t that lucky, but one could hope, right?
“Mom, we better get to the monogrammer.” Felicia eyed me out of the corner of her eye, a small smile on her face. “We need to get Julep on everything I own as soon as possible.”
I froze.
Literally, I froze.
Right there in the middle of Main Street.
A thousand different thoughts went through my head, but only one of them solidified.
Kill them.
Before I could act on that murderous need, however, Weaver Grant, my sister’s man, rode up on his bike and got off.
His eyes took in the scene, and he frowned.
He came to my side and threw his arm around my shoulders. “Nettie. I didn’t realize you were back in town.”
“Just got here,” I lied.
I was actually here last night, but I stopped to fuck your club brother’s brains out first.
He didn’t need to know how little control I had when it came to Boone Windsor, though.
“Ahh, if it isn’t the delinquent.” Gail eyed Weaver. “Tell me, how is it dating this one’s better half?”
Weaver squeezed my shoulder and held me to him.
The funny thing was, Gail hated Eddy, too. Just not as much since Eddy hadn’t latched onto her son and “ruined” him.
“I’m not sure who you’re referring to,” Weaver drawled as my phone rang. “Excuse us. We’re a bit busy.”
Weaver didn’t let go of me until we were well away from the two monsters.
I ripped my phone out and pressed it to my ear, not bothering to read the screen.
