Page 14 of Finn's Future

“Club wants proof,” I said, voice rougher than I intended. “We’ll have to do a DNA test.”

Her shoulders stiffened. “So you don’t believe me?”

“Doesn’t matter what I believe. Belief doesn’t protect anyone. Paper and blood do.”

She swallowed and nodded but didn’t look convinced.

I jerked my chin towards the bath. “Sit down before you make it worse.”

I turned away, giving her space before I said something I couldn’t take back.

“I’ll be in the room,” I added. “Door stays unlocked. If you need anything, you call me.”

Her eyes lifted to mine. “Okay,” she whispered.

I stepped out and pulled the door shut behind me. A week I’d been stuck with the job, though it had given me a reason to put off the personal problem I was having.

Until Kate, I’d ignored the calls I’d had from someone in my past, buried my head in the sand and other parts of me in the club girls.

Noah made a soft whining sound from the cot. I ignored it, but the whining got louder.

“Yeah, yeah,” I muttered, pushing out of the chair.

The kid blinked up at me with Caleb’s damn eyes.

“That’s real manipulative for someone who can’t string a sentence together yet.”

Noah kicked once. I rubbed a hand over my jaw before leaning down awkwardly.

“You gotta let your mum shower, little man.”

The whining stopped. I froze, scared to move in case he started yelling again. Noah stared up at me seriously.

“That’s right,” I muttered. “You’re okay. Big scary biker’s got you.”

Tiny fingers wrapped around mine.

From the bathroom, the water shut off.

I stepped back from the cot so fast, you’d think I’d been caught committing a crime, then I settled back into the chair.

Chapter 7

Kate

That night, sleep was useless. Every time I closed my eyes, Caleb’s face came back. His crooked smile, the way he’d looked at Noah. But mostly, the echo of his last words—“I have to go away for a while.If you’re ever in trouble and can’t find me, find Reaper.”

There I was, trouble dragging at my heels, and more trouble sleeping right by the door. The only entry and exit point.

Finn.

I’d caught him watching me more than once. His eyes were steady, guarded, like he was daring the world to come through him first.

Last night, when he’d walked in on me half-dressed. The shock in his face had been almost boyish, but the heat had been real. I’d felt his eyes on me, heat following his gaze.

God, it had been over a year since anyone had touched me. Over a year since I’d let myself remember what it was like to want, to ache. But it was wrong, so damn wrong. He was one of Caleb’s brothers, his family and off-limits in every way.

Caleb had been good to me. Better than I deserved. He hadn’t pretended we were some fairytale couple, hadn’t made promiseshe couldn’t keep. But when I told him I was pregnant, he didn’t run.