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“What do you mean?”

“I know I didn’t want her to be pregnant, but I didn’t want any of what happened between the two of you to have happened, you know. Robin’s going to be heartbroken.”

Preacher stayed silent. There was no need to confirm what happened.

“What are you going to do?” Bishop asked.

“What I have to.”

“What is going to happen to Robin now? Will she stay with us? Go back home?”

“You’re both still married. I guess that’s between the two of you.” He noticed his son never wore a wedding band. “Why don’t you wear one?”

He had Robin’s on a chain around his neck. He’d taken it off her while they led her into the surgery.

“It’s here,” he said, pointing to his chain around his neck. “I never wear it I guess because it had never seemed real.”

“You’re married to her, so why can’t it seem real?”

“We’ve never been together.”

“Son. Not everything is about sex. It takes more than fucking to be married.”

“How would you know? You’ve never been married.”

“You’re right, I’ve never been married, but I’ve been witness to many married couples and believe me, you need more than good sex to stay together. I need to get some air.” He got to his feet. If he stayed in the room with Bishop for another moment, he’d kill the kid, and it wouldn’t be pretty. “Will you stay here or run out when I need you to be here?”

“I’ll stay,” Bishop said. He took the seat beside her. “You can count on me.”

“That would be a fucking first,” Preacher said, leaving the room.

He walked down the long corridor, passing nurses, doctors, and other medical staff. He stood at the vending machine, looking at the coffees on offer or the hot chocolate. None of them appealed to him, but he needed to stay awake. He could sleep when he knew Robin was okay.

“I can recommend the plain coffee with sugar,” Randall said.

“What are you still doing here?”

“I’m helping out where I can. I do more than run my private practice. When the hospital is understaffed, I try to do my bit to help. Besides, I’m going to be here for Robin when she wakes up.”

“A familiar face will help her.” He took the coffee and had a sip of the scalding liquid. It burned, but he put up with it.

He needed to feel something, anything than the pain of what had happened tonight.

“How are you feeling?” Randall asked.

“I’m fine.” While Robin had been in surgery, he had a nurse do a quick check on him. He’d been wearing his seatbelt while Robin had removed hers to get more comfortable. Had the men been waiting for that opportunity to run them off the road? He was pissed off as he’d not noticed a car following them until it had been too late.

“Robin will be fine, Preacher. She’ll be a healthy woman and will be able to have lots of kids and be happy.”

“Yeah, but you didn’t hear her. She is going to be so heartbroken.” He blew across the surface of the coffee before taking another sip.

“I’m not saying it’s going to be easy. She’s experienced a loss, but so long as she has family and friends around her, she’ll be able to handle anything. She’s a strong woman.” Randall slapped him on the back. “If there’s anything you need, let me know.”

Preacher didn’t stop the doctor from leaving. He knew Robin was strong. He just hoped she was ready to handle the loss of their daughter, because there were moments he wasn’t sure he could.

****

“What are you doing down here, Robin?” Preacher asked.

The lights were low. The music soft, sexy, and the pulse between her thighs continued to thrum.

“I couldn’t sleep.” She wore a nice silk negligee, and each time she moved, the soft fabric brushed across her body, making her ache in all the right places. This man had been stopping her from sleeping, and now, as he stood at the fridge, his heavily inked arms and muscles, they were calling to her.

“I couldn’t sleep either.”

“Did you have dreams?” she asked.

“I always have dreams.”

She stepped up close, taking hold of his hand. There were red cuts on his knuckles, and she lifted them to her lips. “Tell me about them.”

“You shouldn’t be doing that to me.”

“What?”

“Kissing me.”

“But I want to kiss you.” She took the hand she’d been holding and placed it on her breast. She moaned. “See, that’s not so bad, is it? You can touch me whenever you want.”

“This is wrong, Robin.”

She stepped close, feeling the hard ridge of his cock against her stomach. “If it’s so wrong, why are you so hard for me? Tell me, Preacher, you don’t want me. Tell me to get the hell out of your life.” She ran her hand down his stomach, cupping his hard cock. “Or admit we’re linked, even if you don’t want to be.”

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