Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 69775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
One was Nettie. There was no reason to hide how much she meant to me.
The other was my Julep.
My little baby that never got the chance to live.
And my mother knew how much that little girl meant to me, whether she took her first breath or not.
“Why are you not happy?” she asked, clearly reading the fuckin’ room.
“Why am I not happy that my sister, the person that has made it her life mission in screwing me over in the last year, is naming her daughter a name that she can clearly see has meaning to me?” I asked. “Why am I not happy to hear that you’re condoning this?”
I hung up before I could say anything more—like I wish you were fuckin’ dead.
Dad looked at me. “I’ll talk to her.”
I swallowed past the lump in my throat. “You do or I do. But either way it goes, she will not be naming her child after mine.”
I knew I didn’t own the name.
I also knew that I couldn’t control what she named her kid.
But I could make her life a living hell, too.
I’d promised Dad that I wouldn’t.
But clearly, if she was going to play dirty, then I could, too.
“Call Nettie,” he urged. “Get her here.”
I rubbed my hands against my face. “Denver is already bringing her here. Fuck.”
Five
I’m starting to think I’ll never be old enough to know better.
—Nettie’s secret thoughts
Nettie
I figured I’d run into her eventually.
However, I didn’t expect to run into her the moment that I left her son’s house.
Nor did I expect to have to fight two of the snakes off at once.
“Well, lookie here,” Felicia, Boone’s sister, cooed. “Mom, it’s the mother of the first Julep.”
The first Julep?
What the hell was that supposed to mean?
“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.
My phone did that dreaded vibration again, making me cringe because I knew it would be another email from my old team.
I ignored it and answered the call.
“Hello?” Wrath filled every syllable.
“Nettie?” Boone said hesitantly. “Is everything okay?”
I gritted my teeth. “I just ran into your mother and sister.”
There was a long moment of silence and then, “She will not use that name.”
I instantly relaxed.
I knew he wouldn’t let them. He would figure out a way to fix this.
Because if I had to listen to Felicia call her child Julep, I just might lose it.
That was my baby’s name.