Page 211 of Devil’s Disciples

“Should we call her now?” he asked.

“Oh shit,” I said with a laugh. “I almost forgot.”

He handed me his phone. “I’ll let you do it.”

She answered on the sixth ring.

“I was trying to draw a bath, and now I’m standing here with my arse to the window.”

I smiled. “Erin, this is Kimberly.”

She cleared her throat. “How in the name of Jaysus are you? I haven’t seen you in a month, Love.”

“I’m fantastic.” I looked at Cash and smiled. “You’re going to be a grandmother.”

The phone fell silent for some time.

“Erin,” I said. “Are you there?”

“Earth has no sorrows that heaven cannot heal,” she said. “This child is a gift.”

I looked at Cash and smiled.

Erin was right.

My life, in its entirety, simply couldn’t get any better.

It took a badass biker, a charitable thief, and a little Irish luck to make me realize it.