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Mark steps up beside me and takes my hand, squeezing it. “Soul,” Mark calls. “I’m not part of the club, but I’m going with you. I want in on this.”
Soul’s expression hardens. “I can appreciate that, Mark, but no. You don’t get to enter the Confessional.”
“I’m goi—”
“Not happening,” Soul barks. “Members and prospects only. Sorry, kid.”
Soul continues walking, leaving a pissed-off Mark behind. I open my mouth to try and soothe his anger, but he stomps off toward his room before I get a word out.
Cece tugs my arm, distracting me from all the men who keep walking away.
“How about a drink?” she suggests.
She leads me over to the bar where Asher, the prospect, is filling drinks.
“What can I get you ladies?” he asks.
“Tequila shots!”
I whirl around at Jez’s voice, and she must see the questions in my eyes because she rushes toward me and slings an arm around my shoulder.
“I was in my cave,” she explains. “But I’m here now, and all is right with the world.”
“Apple, it’ll be okay,” Cece soothes. “The men will handle it.”
“I don’t need the men tohandleit.” I roll my shoulders. “Sorry… I’m not trying to be a bitch, I swear. I’m just so damn ang—”
“We get it,” Jez says, handing us each a shot after Asher sets the full glasses on the bar. “They’re alpha men who keep pounding on their chests and spewing bullshit. They don’t give us enough credit.”
“No, they don’t.” I tip my shot back and slam the glass on the bar when it’s empty. “Another round?”
“I’ll get them.” Jez signals for Asher. “Cece, you didn’t do your shot.”
Cece glances at her untouched drink and smiles. “Asher, grab me a water please.”
“Why don’t you want a shot?” Jez asks. “You’re the queen of tequila shots.”
“I’m not in the mood to be hung over,” Cece states matter-of-factly.
“Uh-huh, and I’m the fucking Queen of England,” Jez retorts.
“I’ll do her shot,” I offer, grabbing it and downing the liquor before any of them can stop me.
“What the hell is going on?” Jez demands.
Cece shifts from one foot to the other, and Jez’s gaze is laser-focused on her. The longer Jez stares, the twitchier Cece gets. A moment later Jez’s eyes go round, and her mouth drops open.
“Oh. My. God.”
I dart my eyes from Jez to Cece and back again. “What? What’s going on?” I ask.
Jez hops up and down excitedly, and she blurts, “You’re pregnant!”
Cece’s face turns bright red, and she shakes her head fiercely. “No… no… no, I’m not,” she denies.
“You are!” Jez accuses. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
Cece dips her chin and sighs. “We just found out.”
