Chapter 22

Teddy

“You don’t have to stay here, Lasso. What the hell kind of name is that, anyway? And doesn’t a man with a name and a face like yours have someplace else to be?”

Not that I didn’t like his company, the man was funny and charming, and that Texas twang was inviting.

“There’s always someplace else to be, Teddy. But when a brother is in need, we’re all in need. Besides, this is probably the only date we’ll ever have.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at his broad-shouldered confidence. “Is this a date?”

“You’ve got me. Food and a beautiful woman, what else do we need?”

“Murder,” I said seriously, laughing when his hands went to his crotch. Then I pressed play and queued up a new murder documentary that had just been released. “Now the date is perfect.”

He laughed but ten minutes in, Lasso was antsy and I paused the TV and looked at him. “What?”

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, but this shit? It’s creepy as fuck.” He shook like a kid with the heebie jeebies, so I switched to a standup comedy special.

We laughed way too loud and too hard, but for seventy-five minutes I was able to forget the shit show that was my life. “You’re not a bad date, Lasso.”

He flashed that beautiful smile and batted his eyelashes. “Spread the word around, would ya, sweetheart?”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “I’m sure you have no trouble getting dates.”

“Not at all, but word of mouth is the best reference.”

I laughed so hard I cried. “I cannot believe you just said that.” I couldn’t stop laughing because he was as outrageous as he was handsome and charming. “I really pity the women of Las Vegas.”

“You should pity yourself, darlin’. You’re the one who can’t have any of this.” He rolled his hips in what was supposed to be a sexy laugh and I shook my head.

“I think I’ll survive, Lasso. Besides I can’t remember the last time I had a big handsome friend. You’ll be great to shop with. All the women will flock to you and I can pick up all the good shit on sale.”

His deep laugh was so loud we barely heard the knock at the door. I froze. Immediately, my thoughts went to the woman who wanted me out of the picture. I laughed bitterly. If only she knew that he was no more mine than hers. “I’ll get it,” he said and stood to head for the door.

“Wait!” I reached for my tablet and pulled open the camera app, turning it to him. “It’s Jag.” The new security system was up and working just as it should. Of course my mind had already spun eight different scenarios that Sheena could use to bypass it. Hell, if the event planning thing didn’t work out, I had a future as a security specialist.

“I’m here to relieve the beast,” Jag said with a smile as he walked in, flashing a wink at me over Lasso’s shoulder.

Lasso looked back at me with his most charming smile. “Look at Jag, here again for my sloppy seconds.”

The handsome, dark-skinned man grinned. “You fuck everyone Lasso, every woman in Las Vegas is your sloppy seconds. No offense, Teddy.”

“None taken, Jag. Come on in. We have some leftover Peking duck if you’re hungry. Babysitters get fed in this house.” That thought made my stomach hurt as it occurred to me that soon I would have to think about things like babysitters.

Maybe.

If I ever dated again.

“I didn’t sign up for babysitting,” Jag said. “I’m here because I heard a pretty girl needed some company.”

“Geez, do they teach you all how to charm girls out of their panties during your biker gang orientation or something?”

Both men turned to me, an affronted look on their face. “Biker gang? Orientation?” Lasso’s big meaty hands were on his hips as he attempted a glare.

“Or something, I said. Didn’t you hear that part?”

Jag laughed, did some fancy goodbye handshake with Lasso and pushed him out the door. “How are you feeling, Teddy?”

I shrugged and leaned my head against the arm of the sofa, and when I woke up again the sun was shining and yet another biker was looking at me with concern in his eyes.

“Another one,” I groaned. “Which one are you?” He looked familiar, mostly it was the beard, but the pain pills had me so groggy I couldn’t remember.

“I’m the best one. They call me Savior.”

“Right. Blue-eyed Jesus.” He barked out a laugh and put an ice-cold bottle of water in my hands. “Thank you.”

“No problem. Do you need to get up or anything? Hit the head, maybe?”

These guys, despite how tough and badass they all looked, they were all sweethearts. “I can manage it on my own, but thanks. You are strictly here to babysit me, I suppose.” I didn’t know why Tate, or maybe Jana had convinced Max to recruit his club members to watch out for me, but it was annoying.

And nice.

“Not babysit. A brother asked us to keep you and the baby safe so that’s what we’re doing.”

“Big bad biker boys don’t babysit?” I arched a brow at the stoic man and his lips quivered beneath his beard.

“Exactly.”

Savior was a quiet guy so aside from some nervous hovering when I made a couple trips to the bathroom, we mostly sat in silence. He flipped between sports and news on the TV while I did as much work as I could on my laptop with just one hand. It was an exercise in frustration.

And that was pretty much how the rest of the week went. Various Reckless Bastards showing up on my doorstep, most of them bearing food and some bearing booze I couldn’t drink because of the pills. Because of the baby. I tried to work but it never lasted for more than fifteen or twenty minutes. Having a sprained wrist and a broken arm didn’t just hurt like a son of a bitch, it was damned inconvenient.

After the third day, I’d moved to my bedroom. To my fluffy, pillow-topped mattress and my blessed pillows, the feather ones and the memory foam. Soft, cool cotton sheets. Candles. It was my favorite room in the house and it was now my refuge. I stayed in bed all day and night, mostly listening to music because there was nothing else to do. I couldn’t work or cook or clean, and I couldn’t walk.

The phone rang nonstop and even though I had no desire to talk to anyone, I answered Jana once a day just to keep her from going crazy. The detectives never called so I assumed it meant that Sheena was still out there, waiting to make her next move. Tate didn’t call and honestly, it sucked but it didn’t bother me as much as it should have. Nothing bothered me, really. I ate because I knew the little guy or girl in my belly needed it, not because I was hungry.

And on the day of my doctor’s appointment, morning sickness kicked in like a professional soccer player. I slowly got dressed, lying down and breathing deeply in between bouts of nausea until I could stand again. I slipped on my shoes, still breathing deep, as I made my way to the front of the house to wait for Jana.

Instead, I got Tate.

“Sorry to disappoint you, but Jana’s morning sickness is out of control. She asked me to take you.” I hated that he looked so pained by my mask of indifference, but I did not want to care about his pain.

“I’m not disappointed, just surprised that no one thought to call me about last minute changes. No big deal.”

“That’s what your mouth says, but your face says different.”

“My face says that I’ve been puking my guts up all morning, Tate. Nothing more.” And now that we were on our way to the one place there was guaranteed to be no food, I was hungry. This pregnancy was determined to kick my ass.

He turned to me at a red light, grey eyes all dark with worry. “Is everything all right? You’ll talk to the doctor about it?”

I sighed. “It’s morning sickness, Tate. Same as Jana. Allegedly.” I knew she thought she was being helpful, but she really wasn’t. “I’m fine, just cranky.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.” He turned his attention back to the road and I closed my eyes, trying to let the wave of nausea pass before I hurled all over Tate and his car.

“I know you don’t believe me, Teddy, but I really am so damn sorry for running out the way I did. I shouldn’t have, but my emotions were all over the place after dealing with those fucking cops.” He smacked the steering wheel and I knew it was frustration at the memory — not me. “My head was all fucked up and you were part of that.”

“Gee, thanks,” I muttered but kept listening. Mildly intrigued.

“Sorry, but you were. In that police station, fierce as hell as you defended me. Got lawyers and told them what they needed to know to get me out of there. I appreciated that and it made me...hell, I don’t know, crazy.”

“I get it, Tate. You were tired of being my personal bodyguard. No harm in that. You have a right to your own life.”

“Then you clearly don’t fucking get it, Teddy. That night brought too much shit to the surface, shit I didn’t want to deal with, like my time in prison, my anger.” He let out a sigh. “And my feelings for you.”

“And you realized you hated me and didn’t give a damn if the stalker got to me?” I was trying for levity but I failed.

“That’s not fucking funny,” he said, as we pulled into the medical building parking lot. “I wasn’t absolutely certain but I suspected it and it freaked me out, so I left. It was just supposed to be a ride to clear my head, but I rode and rode until my body ached. When I stopped I was just a few miles from Reno.”

“That’s a lot of riding and thinking.” Apparently he really did have a lot to think about.

He laughed but there was no amusement in it. “I did. I spent a couple days just walking around and trying to process everything. I should have called and made arrangements for your protection and I’m sorry for that, but I’m not sorry.”

“Thanks, Tate,” I snorted and slid from the car a second before I remembered I had a bum leg, a broken arm and a sprained wrist. “Shit!”

“I’ve got you, Teddy. Always.”

I hated the way my body reacted at his closeness. But I missed him, dammit. At least my hormones had me convinced I did. “Thank you but I’m fine.” I leaned against the car and waited for him to grab the wheelchair, and dropped into it with a loud sigh. “Let’s get moving.”

“We have ten minutes,” he said gruffly, turning the chair around so we were face to face. “I’m not sorry because that time away gave me a chance to sort through my feelings. To realize that what I felt for you was more than I bargained for. Hell, I didn’t even understand it. But I do now. Teddy, I’m in love with you.”

I sucked in a breath at his words, unable to believe them. Unable to process them. “What do you mean you’re in love with me? That’s not possible!”

I didn’t know much about love but I knew you didn’t walk away. You didn’t abandon the other person the moment things got hard. I knew all about that. It had happened to me plenty growing up. And if that was love, I wanted no part of it.

“It damn well is possible! It’s true. I haven’t given you a reason to believe me or to believe in me, but believe this. I love you and I’m going to find a way to earn your forgiveness for leaving you vulnerable.”

I looked away. I didn’t do vulnerable or weak. That was how you got hurt. But somehow, this man made me vulnerable. Made me open my heart to the possibility of more. To him. “I don’t know, Tate. How can you be sure?”

“Because I nearly died when you were in that accident. Driving up and down the streets of Mayhem looking for your car in a goddamn ditch, it tore me up, Teddy. I cried. Fucking cried when the last time I shed a tear was when my mom died. That’s when I knew without a doubt that I loved you. That you own my heart and soul. My body.” His voice dropped an octave, so serious it scared me. “I am more than sure, Teddy and I’m not a patient man. You will be mine.”

I shivered at his possessive tone. Men had always wanted to possess me, but not in this primal way shining in his eyes. “This is about the baby.”

“It’s not about the damn baby! I mean, I want the baby and I’ll step up and be the best dad I can be even though I don’t even know what a good father looks like. But this is about us. You and me. Tell me you love me or tell me to fuck off, Teddy. But tell me something.”

I opened my mouth, not sure what would come out. Not sure what I even wanted to say but I couldn’t say anything. My mouth was suddenly dry with black dots swimming around the edge of my vision. “I...uhm...Tate,” and then everything went dark.