Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 47524 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 158(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47524 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 158(@300wpm)
This wasn’t good. Brute knew Golubev was up to something.
“Look, I may be pregnant with the whole Mommy memory and stuff, but you can trust me. You know that, right?”
He smiled up at her. “I know I can trust you.”
Faith’s smile lit up his whole world.
“Good,” she said. “Do you want to tell me what is going on?”
“You know what’s going on, and Road can’t accept it. He thinks I’m doing what Nikki wants me to do.”
“Technically, you kind of are. You’re taking a step back so he doesn’t have to worry about doing the whole investigating, and the threat and all that. So, I do get it.”
“Babe, you’re supposed to be on my side.”
“I am on your side, but you have to admit, sometimes you do need to be told when you’re being an ass.”
He chuckled. He wasn’t going to tell her the whole truth. Their pregnancy had been lucky so far. He knew any decision he made could impact her just as much. This wasn’t just about him and the club anymore. This was about all of them.
Sergey was up to something, and he had a horrible feeling about it.
Chapter Eight
“You know if I was thirty years younger, I would not let that man breathe, so much as go away.”
Dinah pulled into her driveway to see Road’s bike where he always parked it.
She climbed out of her car, and slammed the door, rounding to the back. She’d had multiple clients today, each one telling her exactly what they would do to the likes of Road. Some of them funny, most of them a little shocking. All in all, it was quite the fun afternoon of styling.
Several older women had told her to have some fun. That it was about time she got herself a man, and they were relieved to see one quite so virile.
Dinah didn’t know what was going on with Road, but he kept staring at her through the window. One of the ladies said he’d been there a good five minutes before she had even seen him. She didn’t know what was going on, but she intended to find out.
Grabbing her case from the car, she made her way to the door, unlocked it, and stepped on through. One of the women who was getting a treatment on her hair warned her that he would probably use her, have a party, then make her clean up the whole mess.
There was no loud music, nor signs of any beer bottles or bodies. Road didn’t have a party, but the house smelled amazing. She put her bag down and couldn’t resist calling out to him.
“Honey, I’ve arrived home,” she said, giggling as she did.
It was meant to be a joke, but as she turned around, she nearly screamed because he was already right there, drink in hand, smiling at her.
“Welcome home, beautiful.” He wore an apron as well. The leather jacket was nowhere to be seen, but the jeans she had kept for him, as well as one of his shirts, was visible, and his sleeves were rolled up.
“You found your clothes,” she said.
She couldn’t even remember why he had started to bring a change of clothes. She figured it was because he’d started to sleep at her house more often.
“It wasn’t hard to find.”
She took the drink he offered, which turned out to be a glass of wine. She wasn’t a big drinker, but right now she felt like she needed it.
He grabbed her hand and pulled her into the dining room.
“Road, what are you doing?”
“You’ve worked hard all day, and you’ve been on your feet again, all day, it’s time for you to take a rest.” And with that, he pulled out a chair and helped her sit at the table. She did so without spilling a single drop of wine.
“Everything smells amazing,” she said.
He kissed her cheek. “Wait until you taste it.”
She took another sip of her wine, and then put the glass down. Within seconds, he returned carrying a tray, and Dinah’s mouth watered.
“Did anyone order pot roast?” he asked.
“That’s my favorite,” she said.
“Good, hopefully, you will enjoy this. It has been a long time since I last made pot roast. I might be a little … you know, out of practice.”
He rounded the table and Dinah smiled at him as he served them both.
She took another quick sip of her wine, and then picked up her knife and fork. Slicing into the beef, she saw it pretty much fall off the bone, and was so meltingly tender.
“Wow,” she said.
It had been a long time since she made her mother’s pot roast, but Road must have found the recipe cards she had kept. Her mother had loved to cook and bake in her spare time. The only way to stay healthy was to cook everything yourself. That had been her mother’s motto. Dinah tried to stick to it, but there were times it was a struggle to do so.