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I could fall for him. He could leave me.
I didn’t speak those words out loud. I didn’t need to. She already understood my fears. Nodding, I watched her as sheleaned forward and kissed my forehead. “Thanks for everything tonight.”
“I’ll see you tomorrow.” She let herself out while I closed my eyes.
What was the worst that could happen? He could break my heart. But she was right. If I didn’t give him a fair shake, then I was the one who lost anyway. Me and my baby.Ourbaby. So I’d do my best to open up to him.
Thankfully, Bolo seemed to be making that very easy to do. I grabbed my phone and smiled when I saw that he’d texted me. I relaxed against my pillow and sent him a text back. He’d had dinner with his family tonight, too. He promised to tell me about it when we went out in a couple days, but said his parents were really excited.
That was a relief. We were both thirty-five years old. This wasn’t a teen pregnancy kind of situation, but having our parents on board and being supportive was still important to me. I smiled as he said goodnight and I set my phone back on my nightstand.
I had a feeling that the ‘getting to know you’ stage with Bolo was actually going to be fun. Minus the pregnancy symptoms that were already rearing their heads. I couldn’t wait to go out with him again. To see what else I could find out about him.
CHAPTER 6
Bolo
Ifroze when I walked into church and every eye landed on me. “What’s going on?” I asked, already on alert and suspicious.
“Just so you know, this wasn’t my doing,” Ruck said, scowling over at Relay. “I was planning to speak to you after church.”
I’d texted Ruck last night, after saying goodnight to Devyn, and asked if he’d be willing to talk through a plan for how to move forward. Glancing over at Relay, I sighed when I saw the smirk on his face. I had a feeling I was about to get more help than I bargained for.
“We’re all here to help,” Strike told me, confirming my suspicions.
“With what?” I asked, narrowing my eyes.
“Your lady troubles,” OD told me. He smacked his hand down on Kilo’s shoulder. “We’re experts and can help.”
Kilo nodded with a grin.
Flir snorted. “Experts, my ass.”
“Hey, who here has women?” Kilo pointed out.
He wasn’t wrong. We’d gone from a bunch of single men to three of us having old ladies—or it would be three once Devyn accepted me—and all three being pregnant. Rue was only a couple weeks behind Devyn. Hell, OD and Rue were even getting married soon. The ceremony was going to be simple, but it was all planned out, according to the women.
“Sheer luck,” Drifter said, getting on board with Flir’s skepticism.
“Luck?” OD sputtered. “Do you have any idea how hard it was to win over Rue? Iama fucking expert.”
“She was hesitant with you because you’re a dumbass,” Relay said.
Everyone except OD laughed. He flipped Relay off.
Mercenary glanced over at Ruck. “Should we step out until you’re done?” he asked, motioning to himself, Hype, and Code. They weren’t officers and didn’t typically attend church.
“No,” Ruck replied. “These assholes aren’t going to listen to a damn word I say until they finish torturing Bolo. This first. We’ll do church afterward. Pull up some chairs.”
“Wait, wait, wait, I don’t need any help from the Unholy Trinity here,” I said with a scowl.
Drifter cocked his head. “Hmmm, not bad.”
“The what?” Hype asked, glaring at me.
“No, that doesn’t work,” Relay said with a shake of his head. “Gives them too much…credibility.”
“Three Muska-dickheads?” Kilo suggested.
