Page 93 of Knox Unleashed
“Okay. That would be better. Thank you.”
I place my hand over her stomach as we talk and realize I’m wondering if she’s already pregnant. “When will you know if you’re pregnant or not?”
Maren tilts her head as she thinks. She mumbles things about last periods and dates and shit. “Probably two weeks. Why?”
“Was just thinking how much I want kids with you. Maybe we’re lucky and it happens now. Maybe we’ve got some more practicing to do before it happens.”
She sighs and lays her head on my shoulder. “Yeah, Knox. I really want that too.”
31
MAREN
The bell above the door jingles, and this time, I don’t even look up. There have been men coming and going all day. Knox told me they were hangarounds. Bikers waiting to become prospects for the club who want an opportunity to prove themselves useful.
He reassured me that he’d handpicked them, and I had to agree with his assessment that they were hard workers.
They swept glass up.
Then, swept again.
And again.
Until even I could no longer see shards sparkle in the sunlight as it bleached the floors. Given they seem to have it covered under Leo’s supervision, I engross myself in catching up with admin, a task I loathe with all that I am.
“So, you were an unexpected educational interlude last night, Maren,” Sunny says as he places his palms on the counter, making me jump. “Are we to assume that you and the Prez are now knocking boots on the regular?”
I blink and drag myself out of my monthly accounts. “I’m working.”
“That wasn’t an answer,” Sunny says. He’s incredibly handsome. Dimples. Floppy hair that hangs in a mix of curls and waves.
“It wasn’t meant to be one.”
Ridge holds out his palm, and Sunny mutters a curse as he pulls out a twenty and lays it in Ridge’s hand.
“Why are the two of you exchanging money?” I ask.
“Sunny bet me that you’d get all flustered and nervous if we asked you about it. I said you wouldn’t give anything away. I win.”
I look at Sunny. “Serves you right for betting against me,” I say. “Why are you here? More bait?”
Sunny shakes his head. “I’m here because I need to process what I witnessed last night.”
“You’re not processing anything,” Ridge mutters.
“Do we get a club discount now that we’re close friends?” Sunny asks.
And I can’t help but laugh. “No. You get the benefit of knowing you’re helping keep your president’s girlfriend’s business afloat, and I will make sure to let him know just how supportive you are.”
“Girlfriend?” Ridge asks. “More like, old lady.”
“That’s rude. I’m younger than Knox is.”
Sunny laughs. “No. It’s all good. Means you’re his number one. Means the club needs to look out for you. But before we get carried away, being his old lady is something he’d ask you, first. Did he?”
I think about our conversation this morning. About how we love each other. About how he wants kids right away.
My life is about to change in ways I can’t even begin to comprehend. I’ve thought at least four times that I might just be getting carried away. That I’ve fallen hard for the first man who has made me any kind of priority in his life.
