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“That’s a lie.” I slapped his hand away. “Tell me what you want, Sal.”
“You and I have always been similar, Becs. That’s how we found each other. We wanted the same things.”
“Not anymore,” I answered calmly, although I was starting to feel nervous. This wasn’t like Sal. He didn’t want commitments or obligations. Something bigger had to be driving his actions, and I had a bad feeling it had something to do with the club. “You better leave before Bear gets home.”
“Told you a million times, I’m not afraid of your brother.” He lifted his finger and ran it down my bare arm. “Although it does bother me that you put a felon in my son’s life.” I knew my confused expression gave me away when he continued with a chuckle. “I know everything, Becs, about everyone you associate with. I’ve been keeping tabs, and I don’t think you’re making the best choices, especially about the people you’re spending time with.”
I knocked his finger off my arm. “Every person in my son’s life is a good person.”
“That so?” He smirked. “Even your boyfriend, who’s back in his hometown and up to his old ways? I’ll be surprised if he ever comes back to this town.”
Chills ran up my arms when he echoed my fears. I’d been worried since Race left that I would never see him again. “You don’t know what you’re talking about, Sal.” Walking toward the door, I yanked it open. “Time for you to go.”
Still smirking, he walked toward me. “I’ll be back. Hopefully, Wyatt will be awake next time.”
The sound of my son’s name falling from his tongue made me cringe. “Just tell me what you want because you and I both know it isn’t Wyatt.”
“You know, it’s funny, Becs. Some things happen in life and seem insignificant, but then everything changes.” He laughed. “Guess you just never know, right?”
“What the hell does that mean?” I asked, but I was talking to his back. Another chill rolled over my skin when he opened the door to his fancy sports car, then turned and winked before sliding in.
I watched him pull away before closing the door and locking it. Rushing over to the counter, I grabbed my phone but then paused. I had no one I could call for advice. I couldn’t tell Bear, especially not after all the shit that happened with Skinner and Josie. I couldn’t call Maggie because she would tell Gunner out of fear for me, and he would inevitably tell Bear. They all would. Including Race. Thoughts of him bombarded my mind. I hadn’t heard from him in weeks, and I was starting to worry I wouldn’t at all, no matter what he’d promised.
But I also couldn’t just do nothing. Sal spent time with people who always seemed a little dangerous. I never knew what any of them did, and I never saw anything illegal. Still, I grew up around men who didn’t always live by the law, and I recognized that in Sal immediately. Truthfully, when we were together, I liked not knowing. There was danger in the unexpected, and at that time in my life, I craved that, but not anymore. I didn’t want that around Wyatt or me. Over the years, I’d also grown up enough to realize that the danger I craved could hurt the people I loved. It lost its appeal when I imagined my life without my family, including every club member.
Tapping my phone against the palm of my hand, I considered other options, including the police, but dismissed that immediately. I had no proof Sal was doing anything except wanting to see his son, and they weren’t going to investigate him because I had a hunch.
Hearing a noise through the baby monitor, I laid my phone on the counter and walked upstairs. Pushing open the door, I smiled when I saw Wyatt’s dark eyes lock on me through the crib rails and a little smile tug at his lips. It was hard to believe he was almost five months old and healthy after all he’d been through. Reaching down, I picked him up, then changed his diaper and walked back downstairs. I grabbed him a bottle, already guessing he was hungry. He always seemed to be now, which was a great sign. Glancing at the clock, I saw it was almost two in the afternoon, so I went into the living room to sit down. I’d just started feeding Wyatt when I heard a noise outside the door.
I’d barely heard the noise before the door was pushed open, and Bear walked through. He jerked up his chin when he saw me, then turned and closed the door behind him.
“You look like hell,” I called out.
He kicked off his boots behind the door before walking toward the kitchen. “Didn’t sleep much.”
“Maybe you would if you did it in your bed instead of your office.”
He grabbed a glass and filled it with water before coming into the living room and sitting on the couch across from me. He glanced at Wyatt, and a small smile tipped his lips. “He looks good.”
My smile widened, and I stared into Wyatt’s dark eyes. “He is good.”
“Doctor’s appointment go okay?”
Considering that appointment was last Thursday and today was Sunday—and this was the first time he asked—told me Bear wasn’t himself at all. “Yeah. The doctor said he’s doing great. He’s hitting all of his milestones and catching up easily. He seemed happy that I haven’t had to put him in daycare yet, considering he’s still little.”
He took a long drink of water before settling the glass on his thigh. “Talked to Gunn. He said Maggie’s happy she’s gettin’ the chance to babysit since she’s on lockdown.”
I smiled. “She told me you had him in the garage yesterday.”
Bear grunted, but his lips tipped slightly. “He loved it.”
I laughed. “Sure, he did.”
Bear studied me for a moment. “How are you doing?”
I took a deep breath and then exhaled before answering. “Hanging in there.”
He nodded slightly before lifting the glass and taking another long drink. I didn’t have to ask him how he was doing. It was clear, but I did give him the information he wanted. “Josie’s back from her mom’s.”
