“I bet,” Reagan says, walking past me.
“We’ll grab the stuff from the car.” Willa nudges Aimee, and they both return to the car instead of following the other girls inside.
“The stuff?”
“We brought you a few things.” Tempe smiles. “Diapers, wipes, formula, a bassinet. Some basics until Soul gets you what you need for you and Charlie.”
“Oh.” My eyebrows pinch. “You didn’t have to do all that. I don’t even know if I’m staying, or—” Tempe and Reagan share a look that has me pausing. “What?”
She walks up and reaches for my hand, giving it a squeeze. “You and Charlie are family, whether you decide to stay or not. Let us help.”
My breath catches, so I simply nod, blinking back my tears.
I can’t remember the last time someone offered to help me simply because they cared. When there was no ulterior motive. But as I check on Charlie and watch the women carry items into the house, I honestly believe they don’t want anything from me in return for their kindness.
They fill the kitchen with groceries and carry a bassinet upstairs. Aimee drops the diapers and wipes in the living room for easy access while they continue unloading. It’s so incredibly thoughtful, so I decide the least I can do is make them lunch.
While they set up the gifts, I prepare sandwiches with the food they brought. Thankfully, Charlie sleeps long enough for me to finish eating before it’s time to make her a bottle. And like the baby alarm has been rung, Tempe and Reagan’s babies start crying at the same time.
“Just when you think the clubhouse is loud.” Tempe smiles, rocking her daughter.
“It is pretty loud,” I say. “At least, from what I saw when I was there.”
“That wasthe endof the party.” Willa hitches an eyebrow. “Trust me, it gets worse.”
I hum, not sure what to say about that. This world is unlike anything I’ve stepped into.
“She looks like Soul,” Willa says, taking the seat beside me and watching Charlie eat. “They have the same green eyes.”
“They do.” I smile as she watches me.
I still remember the first time Charlie blinked her eyes open, and it was like looking into her father’s eyes. At the time, it broke my heart to think he might never know something as simple as his daughter shares his features.
“I guess now we know why Soul has been acting strange. Or, at least, that’s what the guys have said. I’ve only ever known him like this.” Willa shrugs.
“Like what?”
“Like he’s been looking for something. I guess he’s been riding around Vegas day and night for the past ten months, but he wouldn’t tell the guys what he was looking for.”
“He told Ghost.” Luna’s face scrunches as the girls’ faces all whip to her. “Sorry, he asked me not to say anything. But he needed Ghost’s help trying to find her.”
My eyebrows pinch. “But he didn’t know Charlie existed yet.”
“That’s not who he was looking for.” Luna winks, and my stomach flutters.
Hayes mentioned that he looked for me everywhere, but I assumed it was an exaggeration. We had a one-night stand, and while it meant something to me, I figured he forgot me the moment I disappeared. To hear Luna confirm that’s not the case hits differently.
“At least he found you now,” Willa says. “Or… you found him.”
“I’m sorry about how I showed up here. I know some of the guys are probably not too happy about it. I didn’t mean to bring this trouble to your home.”
“You have nothing to apologize for.” Tempe reaches for my hand. “And if the guys want to judge, then they can look in the mirror because they did those exact same things when each one of us walked into the picture.”
All the girls nod in agreement.
“That’s their shit to work out. And they will. Jameson can be a little difficult when something is threatening the club. It’s only because he cares,” Tempe assures me.
But I can’t help wondering if at some point they’ll realize I’m more trouble than I’m worth. It’s not like my uncle will back down or accept I’m happy here. He was already at war with the Twisted Kings, but I’ve made it ten times worse.
