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“Okay. Night. I’ll see you in the… well, I’ll see youaftereight am.”
I laugh. “Night.”
“Goodnight,” Bex says at the same time. “You want another brew?” she asks once Jess’ feet pad up the stairs.
“I might do the same.” I pull out my phone knowing there is every chance Dean will also be awake at this hour. I sigh though when I hold it up and the screen remains blank.
“You messaging Dean?” Bex asks. She stands picking up the mugs and places them by the sink.
I hold up my phone. “Battery’s dead. I’ll call him in the morning.”
“Okay, love. Try and get some rest.”
“I will.” I walk to her, holding out my arms. “Hugging another pregnant woman is hard.” I laugh as our bellies get in our way, making it awkward.
“You’re not much of a hugger anyway.”
“Should we stop?”
“I’m going to,” she says pulling back.
“Love you,” I tell her with a smile.
“Love you. See you in the morning.”
I turn and make my way upstairs, leaving Bex to turn off the lights before she follows me up.
Jess is already snoring again in her bed. Half a mug of unfinished tea sits on the side. I plug in my phone, pull back the covers, and slip myself under the duvet. I close my eyes, smiling, finally feeling sleep take its hold.
That’s until Jess’ phone starts ringing from the bedside table. It buzzes on the wood, and I roll my eyes pushing back the covers to silence it. Clicking the button on the side, it’s only then I check to see who’s calling.
“Dean?”
Chapter Forty-Four
DEAN
“Iknew you’d burn me, boy. I said, didn’t I?”
“It’s not like we have a fucking choice.” I slip a smoke between my lips, quickly lighting it. I don’t have time but my body’s tense. I need the calm. “I thought you wanted nothing to do with this, so why are you here?” I put my lighter back in my pocket.
Travis’ uncle shoots his death stare on me. “It’s my fucking livelihood you’re shitting all over right now.”
“Dean!” Travis shouts, urging us to pick up the pace.
Mick glances his way, but Travis has already turned, having placed the last of the crates near the pen.
I grunt shifting the iron gate we walk past, open.
Stood at the back of the lorry now parked at the farm, nomads and the other Saviours are waiting. Theywerewaiting to simply receive these crates, swap the contents, then be back on the road. Now we’re up against fucking trackers that can potentially track a heartbeat.
We have no choice but to do this. It’s genius, really.
“Ready?” I ask Travis.
His dark eyes travel to mine threateningly. “Why’s it got to be me?”
“It was your idea.”
