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I snort out a laugh while Hurricane grunts under his breath. “Just wait till you have kids.”
Bayou widens his eyes, rubbing his beard like he’s suddenly uncomfortable. “Ahh… about that.”
I snap my head to him at the same time Hurricane does. We both stare, but Hurricane is the first to talk. “There somethin’ you wanna tell me, brother?”
Bayou shrugs. “We probably should have gone about this differently. Called a family meeting or whatever. But Novah told Ingrid already, and this has come up now, and I can’t fucking lie to you any—”
“Is Novah pregnant?” Hurricane blurts out.
“Yeah! We’re having twins.”
Hurricane lets out a small laugh. “Holy fuckin’ shit. If you know that it’s twins, then you’ve been keepin’ this from me for a while. Who else knows?”
“Hoodoo’s known the whole time. He’s been keeping Novah healthy. And Ingrid found out yesterday. That’s all.”
“Nash?” Hurricane asks.
“Not yet. Like I said, we should have done this differently. A family meeting or whatever, but… here we are.”
Hurricane stands abruptly, hoisting Immy onto his hip with one hand, grabbing Bayou by his cut, and lifting him off the seat with the other. I widen my eyes as they go to walk off. I’m unsure if I am meant to follow, so I call out, “Congrats, Bayou.”
Hurricane turns, raising his brow. “Thanks for takin’ care of Ingrid. I gotta go talk to Novah, but seein’ as you and Ingrid are gettin’ along, can I leave you in charge of takin’ care of her? Takin’ her to any appointments and whatever else she needs?”
“Yeah, of course. Whatever Ingrid needs,” I reply.
Hurricane dips his chin, then takes off, Bayou chuckling beside him as they rush to find their stepsister. Rolling my shoulders, I let out a long breath I didn’t realize I was holding.
Was I worried he would see right through me?
That he would know I made out with the woman he looks at like the only real mother he has ever known, and that same woman ignites my world in a way that’s never been explored before.
I’m not sure.
The only thing I am sure of? My feelings for Ingrid are real.
They have been for some time.
And they grow every time I am with her.
After today, after that kiss, I know she feels something for me too. There’s no denying the chemistry I felt oozing back from her.
But I can’t think about that right now.
I need her to focus on her recovery.
I need to concentrate on the club.
Making connections.
Being a part of this place.
I can’t spend all my time with Ingrid because I need to mesh with my brothers.
I make my way over to the bar to where Jesse, the prospect, is sitting with his sister, Clover, and they’re chatting with Raid and his Old Lady, Frankie.
With a warm smile, I say, “Hey guys,” as I approach.
They all glance up. “Hey, man… you been missing in action all day. Where you been?” Jesse asks.
