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“I’m going to get to the bottom of that study,” Vada said and was about to continue when Hades hooked his arms around her hips and pulled her against his chest. Before she could say another word, he kissed her. Hades wasn’t about shutting his woman down on anything she had to say…except studies show.
“Are you guys taking them for dinner after?” Trini asked.
Roan nodded. “Family’s in Turnersville.”
Trini smiled, looking up at Roan as if he’d just saved the world from an alien invasion. Finally, this woman had met a man who not only loved and appreciated her, but stepped in to be a father to her child. Their child. Much like Vada with Allie, Roan saw Emme as his kid. It didn’t matter to Roan that he’d missed portions of Emme’s life or that they weren’t bound by blood. Roan was Emme’s dad.
Vada cleared her throat. “Uh, Roan? Hades was teasing me about you bringing a flask.” She released a nervous laugh and rolled her eyes. “That’s a joke, right?”
To his credit, Roan wasn’t about to let the opportunity pass, and he merely raised his brows and looked over at Hades. Vada’s face paled, and her jaw fell open. Trini smacked her husband’s stomach and snickered.
“They’re messing with you, Vada.”
Hades wrapped his arm around Vada’s shoulder, hugging her into his side.
“We’re ready!” Allie shouted, and both girls came rushing down the stairs in color-coordinated pants to match their dresses.
After taking way too many pictures, he and Roan got the girls into their helmets. Once the girls were strapped and secured to their backs, they started up their bikes at the same time. The brothers shared a look. He had a feeling this was a first for Ghosttown Riders and Ghosttown East. Certainly not the last, though.
Daddy-daughter dance…here we fucking come.
Chapter Three
"Extra lime?”
Vada looked up from the stove and across the kitchen to Trista standing at the counter. It seemed like a silly question since Trista knew exactly how she liked her Margarita. Wasn’t that the job of a best friend?
“Always.”
The corner of Trista’s mouth curled, and she wiggled her brows. “Extra tequila?”
Vada immediately shook her head and blurted. “No. It’s a school night.”
Trista snickered and flicked the switch on the blender. She maneuvered around the kitchen, grabbing a glass from the cabinet.
Taco Tuesdays had been a weekly tradition for Vada and Trista since they were roommates. Usually, it was held at Trista’s house, and on occasion, they invited the other women. Tonight, it was just the two of them at Vada’s. With Hades working late at Trax and Rourke’s garage and Allie upstairs asleep, it was the perfect time to finalize all the last-minute wedding details.
As Vada’s maid of honor, Trista knew all the ins and outs and offered assistance wherever she was needed. Much to Trista’s dismay, Vada had hired a wedding coordinator, but only for the wedding day itself. It was easier on everyone and lessened responsibilities on her friends. At least, that’s the way Vada saw it. Trista didn’t.
“I don’t like her.” It was a rush to judgment since Trista had only met the woman once.
“Jill came highly recommended. She’ll just be there to keep everything in order so the day runs smoothly.”
Trista scowled. “She’s too bossy.”
Vada flattened her lips, resisting the urge to point out that Trista and Jill shared that very same trait. Of course, it was much easier to overlook in her best friend.
“So,” Trista said, pouring the drink into the glass. “What do we have left to do?”
Vada turned off the stove, transferred the taco mixture to a bowl, and placed it on the table. “Not much, really. Allie and I are finishing up the favors. Hades is picking up his and Saint’s suits next week. And um…” Vada paused, knowing this was a touchy subject and needed to be approached delicately. “Have you done your final fitting?”
Trista turned, giving her a hardened glare. “You mean my re-fitting?”
Oh damn.
“Yes.” Vada whispered, grabbing the sole Margarita glass. She’d offered to do away with Margaritas for the next several months, but Trista insisted. What’s Taco Tuesday without a Margarita? Unless you’re… Vada glanced down at Trista’s stomach. She was in the early stages, the first trimester, and barely showing. But…
“I blame your family for this. You know that, right?”
