Page 65 of Jett

I laugh humourlessly. “I did everything my mother told me to. I married a good man—a sturdy and stable man, someone who could take care of me for the rest of my life, and it turned out his life was cut way too short. And now I’m widowed, broke, and expecting a baby with the president of a motorcycle club. She’d be turning in her grave right now if she could see me.”

“Does Jett make you happy?”

“When he’s not making me miserable, sure.”

“Then I think your mum would be thrilled.”

I shake my head. “You don’t know my mother.”

“True, but I know the kind of woman she raised.”

I smile and puff out my cheeks. “You’re a good friend, Indie.”

She shrugs. “I know. This couch pulls out, right? Because after that confession, I plan on getting way too drunk to drive.”

RAINE

IWAVE TO DIESEL INthe security booth and drive into the clubhouse lot. The main building looms before me, the bricks still burnt and scarred from the car bomb that went off weeks ago. I swallow hard and ignore the nausea roiling in my stomach. “It’s no big deal. I’m just telling him I’m pregnant. That’s all. Just like telling him I need vacation time, or money for cleaning supplies or groceries for the club.”

I let out a shaky breath and turn off the ignition. “Yeah, right.”

I climb out of the car and enter the clubhouse. A cheer goes up from Killer, Crazy, Country, and Grim.

“The bar wench returns,” Country says.

“Hey, I do more than just pour your drinks.”

“I know. No one pours ’em quite like you though.”

Hannah—who’s standing behind the bar pouring Kick a shot—frowns at the old coot. “Hey.”

“Sorry, darlin’, but your beer’s all head.”

“At least someone’s giving him head,” Kick says, slapping the older man on the shoulder before downing the shot. He sets the glass on the bar and comes toward me, scooping me up in a hug that lifts me off my feet.

“Rainy, baby.” He smells like a brewery. They all do, and the scent of stale beer and cigarette smoke turns my stomach. Kick lowers his voice to a whisper, “I hear congratulations are in order.”