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In the hallway, Zoe turns to face me and introduces the other two women to me. “This is Lexie,” she says, pointing to the beautiful pixie with the pink hair. “She’s the princess of the club, her brother, Storm, is a member of the DCMC.” She then turns to the other woman with magnificent long black hair and beautiful blue eyes. “This is Ella, the club has adopted her as their own. Tiny is like a father to her. She’s been away, but hopefully isback to stay.” Zoe's tone reveals her guardedness speaking of the other woman. I was curious to know her story, but I didn’t want to pry.
“We usually have Sage, Tiny’s old lady, and Lexie’s big sister in our posse as well. But she’s gone back to Seattle for a while,” Everleigh explains, ignoring the warning glance from Lexie.
I lead them into the kitchen without comment about what the other woman just shared, and count to ten to calm my roiling nerves when I remember Willow sitting where I had left her.
They all wave and smile at her as I quickly pick her up and place her little feet on the floor. Go play upstairs, I’ll call you when lunch is ready.” I tell her, not wanting to have her around while the women are here.
“Okay, mommy.” She replies, eyeing the other women curiously, before skipping to her room.
Keeping her identity from everyone is exhausting, but until I can tell Ky about her, that’s just how it’s going to have to be.
“She’s a beautiful child.” Everleigh’s the first to speak, and I freeze, half expecting her to ask who her father is. Blowing out a breath when she doesn’t.
“Thank you,” I reply, quickly changing the subject to easier topics. “I was going to make cheesy pasta for Willow, but if you guys are hungry, I can order pizza?” I offer, but inside I hope they don’t; for one, I don’t want them hanging around longer than necessary, which is a horrible thing to even think, because they’re a wonderful bunch of women. And second, if I never eat pizza again, it will be too soon.
Everyone declines my offer of food, but accepts my offer of coffee as we sit around the huge granite island, and I can’t help my cheeks tinge with red when I think about what happened on it just last night.
I make myself busy with making one of Willow’s favorite meals for lunch.
Though I'm reluctant, my curiosity overrides me; Because I know it’s not just a friendly visit. I ask.
“Okay, so to what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?”
The women exchange uneasy glances, and a knot of dread tightens in my stomach; their unexpected arrival felt ominous, as Zoe speaks.
“We wanted to invite you over to the clubhouse for a party tonight. I’ve wrangled the girls to help me convince you, and we thought you’d like to come with. It’s Chains’ birthday, and I’m throwing him a little get together at the clubhouse. I would really like it if you’d come.”
I look at her pleading eyes and hate to disappoint her, but there’s no way I’m spending hours at the clubhouse in Ky’s company after everything.
“Oh, I really don’t think it’s a good idea. I was looking forward to a relaxing night at home with a glass of wine,” I tell her, I hope that excuse will stop her from asking further. The woman’s like a dog with a bone, and won’t drop the subject.
“You can have a glass of wine at the clubhouse and relax,” Zoe cuts in, giving me a knowing look. And I have to wonder if these women know more than they’re letting on. “Ky will be there, of course, now that he’s not seeing that doctor from Cullville, he’s a constant at the clubhouse. She says with a slight grin.
“You need to tell us about how Ky came to your aid when he ran off that guy that was trying to rob you at the clinic the other night.”
I could kill my friend with my bare hands, as I roll my eyes. She’s been pushing us together for a while now, not even realizing that we already know each other.
I guess everyone has heard what happened at the clinic the other night. Zoe’s the only one I’ve told about my feelings for Ky. Of course, leaving out the fact I’d met him years earlier, and that he was the father of my child.
Is that why he showed up drunk to my place last night? Because Zoe told him how I feel? Was last night some sort of pity fuck on his part?
“Ky is a douche, and I’d rather avoid seeing him if it’s all the same to you,” I say, unable to keep the derision out of my voice. The memory of waking up this morning and finding him gone will probably be fresh in my mind for a while.
With those thoughts comes a blush to my cheeks, which I’m sure all the women notice. Zoe narrows her eyes at me, but thankfully remains silent.
After months of distance on Ky’s part, I'd hoped last night's events marked a turning point, a shift in the quiet tension that had hung between us.
But obviously I was wrong.
Even though it had been the most wonderful experience of my life, since the last time we were together, and then Ky telling me he was no longer keeping his distance. Falling asleep in his arms was the most natural conclusion to such a night. Until I woke up this morning, and in the cold light of day, realized he was full of bullshit.
I force my thoughts back to the present and away from Ky. There's no point in thinking about him any longer. He was just a blip in my memory. And he’s obviously forgotten all about me since I gave it up to him last night. God, why was I so easy when it comes to him?
Keep telling yourself that. Maybe someday you’ll believe it.That pesky voice intrudes again, and I shake my head to dislodge it.
The next words out of Lexie’s mouth shock me to my core that she would even know what happened.
“You got some, didn’t you?” She blurts out, and I wish the ground would open up and swallow me whole. This woman has absolutely no filter, and it’s grating on my nerves.