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“You know what we should do, we should teach these damn boys a lesson.”

I nod, crossing my arms over my chest. “Uh-huh and how do you suggest we do that?”

“I don’t know yet. Let me think on it,” she says and we turn to walk out to our cars. We reach the end of the sidewalk and she reaches out, grabbing my arm. “Hey, you feel like going to get ice cream or something? I need to calm down before I go home or I’ll end up shooting that man again.”

“I’m sorry… did you just say that you’ve shot your husband before?”

She shrugs. “It was a misunderstanding.”

“And he forgave you?” I ask, my gaze flicking to her in disbelief. I have a hard time imagining Wyatt just letting it go if I shot him. She flashes me a grin and shakes her head.

“Oh, no, he groveled a whole hell of a lot. I was not the one who needed forgiveness.”

I shake my head, fighting back a smile. “Ah, so it was like that, then.”

“It was,” she says, her grin growing. “So, how ‘bout it? Ice cream?”

“Ohh, you know what I’ve been craving for like two days? Cheesecake with cherries and chocolate syrup on top.”

She arches a brow. “What are you, pregnant?”

I stop in my tracks, staring out at the parking lot with wide eyes.

Holy shit.

Could I be pregnant already?

Shaking my head, I turn to her. “No… it’s too soon. Wyatt and I have only been back together…”

“For a freaking month, Piper. You totally could be pregnant… do you want to be?”

I nod, trying not to get my hopes up but my heart races as I think about the possibility. “We’ve been trying.”

“Okay,” she says, grabbing my hand and pulling me to her car. “We have more important things to do than get ice cream.”

She stops next to the passenger side door and releases my hand to yank it open before bending down and digging through the glove box. When she stands up again, she has a box of pregnancy tests in her hand and I start laughing.

“Tate, why the hell do you have pregnancy tests in your car?”

She shrugs as she pulls one out of the box and hands it to me. “Because when Lincoln and I were trying, I stashed these things everywhere so that no matter where I was, I could pee on a stick and find out.”

“Huh,” I mutter, thinking it’s actually not a bad idea. “Okay.”

“Come on. Let’s go back inside so you can pee.”

I try to hand the test back to her. “I think it’s too soon. There’s no way I’m pregnant yet. I mean, it takes months to actually conceive.”

“Tell that to fertile Myrtle, Juliette. Moose knocked her up right away. Besides, what does it matter if you waste one little test? I have no further use for them for the time being and I clearly have plenty,” she says, pointing to the box sitting on her passenger seat. Sucking in a breath, I look down at the test in my hand and nod as my heart kicks in my chest.

“Okay.”

She pumps her hand in the air before hooking her arm through mine and slamming her car door. “Let’s go… Ooh, just think how pissed Streak is going to be if you are pregnant. Man might just explode.”

“There will be quite a few babies hanging around the club pretty soon. Streak might not be the only one getting sick of it.” I laugh as we walk back into the rec center where our meetings are held and dip into the bathroom. She shakes her head.

“If you’re talking about Blaze, you’re dead wrong. That man loves getting to play grandpa to Ali and Storm’s kid, Mags, and I have no doubt he’ll be the same way with all the rest of them.”

“You know,” I murmur, glancing over at her. “The club is so different than I assumed it would be when I first found out Wyatt has joined.”