I stood in the Stop and Shop, frowning at the list in my hands. There was the regular stuff, sure. But then it got weird .

Pickles and ice cream. That was standard but I was shocked at how early Janet was getting her cravings this time .

And they were even stranger than her other pregnancies .

Salt and vinegar potato chips were at the top of the list. That was new. Janet hated junk food. And so were all the ingredients to make s’mores. Even newer .

Janet hated s’mores .

Plus, this time she wanted both dill and sour pickles. And olives. She had also written down all the regular stuff we needed for the kids and for me. But this was out of hand. There were way more snacks than usual. I had a feeling it would be hard to hide all the junk food from the hellions .

They were always getting into something, I thought fondly .

I shook my head. She must be having twins again. It had to be. Then I smiled, hoping it was two pretty little redheaded girls this time. I already had two daughters and a son, but I’d love a couple more .

Hell, I’d take as many of each as my beautiful wife was willing to give me .

“You okay there , Jack ?”

I turned to see Dev’s old lady, Kaylie. Even beyond the years I’d spent protecting her, she was the glue that held the Devil’s Riders’ family together. She was best friends with my wife, and Donnie’s. The three of them were thick as thieves. And to be honest, so were we .

I loved Kaylie like a little sister .

She was one of the sweetest and most sincere women around. Even Janet would agree with that. My own wife was phenomenal. Strong and spunky and far too good looking for my peace of mind. But nobody ever used the word sweet to describe her .

Firecracker, maybe. Wild thing, definitely. But not sweet. Even though she had a soft spot about a mile wide .

I cracked a smile, thinking about how ‘not sweet’ she could be when we were alone at night .

To me, Janet was just about perfect .

“Did Whiskey and Callaway really serenade Becky last night at 1 AM ?”

I groaned. I should have known. I was about to get interrogated .

This was not just a happy accident then. As much as I loathed getting involved in other people’s business, this was Whiskey. He was my third brother and I owed it to him to find out what I could .

I’d promised .

So I folded my arms and gave Kaylie a stern look .

“I won’t tell you.” I arched a brow at her crestfallen look. “Unless you share information with me .”

She giggled .

“An even exchange ?”

I nodded and she clapped her hands together gleefully .

“Deal! So did they ?”

“Apparently, it seemed like a good idea at the time. I dragged them off the roof of the clubhouse this morning .”

“Drunk as a skunk ?”

I nodded in the affirmative .

“Why does Becky hate him ?”

She shook her head sadly .

“She doesn’t hate him, Jack. He broke her heart .”

I grunted. I’d suspected as much .

“How exactly ?”

“He doesn’t know ?”

“ No clue .”

“Okay, but you can’t tell him exactly what I said .”

“Fine .”

“She saw him with a couple of club girls the night before she left .”

I frowned. That didn’t sound like Whiskey. He was hard to get, not like some of the manwhores we had who made the rounds with all of the sweetbutts .

In fact, I’d never seen him with one club girl, let alone two .

“ She’s sure ?”

“She said they were on his lap and, well, getting frisky.” She looked sad about it. I knew how she felt. We all loved Whiskey like a brother. I hated seeing him crumble like this. “They were all over him .”

I nodded .

“Well, maybe they just sat on him without asking. They’ve done it to me before. He’s not the sort to manhandle a lady, even to get them off him .”

“I was thinking the same thing.” She gave me a calculating look. “You’re sure he has real feelings for her ?”

“Told us he loved her. He was drunk but he meant it.” Now I gave her a look. “I don’t want him getting hurt. He’s more than messed up already .”

“She’s still hung up on him too. I think they could use a little help getting past whatever it is that’s holding them back .”

“We have to be careful about interfering. It could backfire. We don’t want to make things worse .”

“Trust me Jack, there’s more at stake than you know. We have to try .”

She held out her hand .

“Deal ?”

I cracked a smile and took her tiny little hand. We shook .

“Deal .”