The Biker's Rules
Or something else?
“Okay,” Kiara announces, tossing a bag onto the counter, “I’m sleeping over at Axel’s. You two can have the place to yourselves.”
Bless the woman.
“I knew there was a reason I liked you,” I say, grinning like an idiot.
Then my eyes catch on something next to her bag. A book — What to Expect When You’re Expecting.
I pick it up slowly, brow furrowing.
The air changes. The girls go pale — eyes darting, shoulders stiffening like prey caught in headlights.