Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 44788 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 224(@200wpm)___ 179(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44788 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 224(@200wpm)___ 179(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
There was a devilish look in Callaway’s bright green eyes as he enveloped Whiskey in a massive hug .
“Callaway, my brother .”
I’d seen him before. Around town, and on diner runs for the club. He did a lot of the same grunt work that Whiskey used to, only now he was the club’s sole tattoo master, so he’d moved up the ranks almost as fast as Whiskey .
That’s where I similarities ended .
He was single and had an extremely unsavory reputation with the ladies. Not that he was aggressive or impolite. But from what I heard, he was often poilte to three or four women at the same time .
Apparently, this was Whiskey’s best friend and another more recent member of the club. They’d even both served in the Marine Corps, though not at the same time .
Not to mention, he was the one who had helped Whiskey serenade me last week. I shook my head in exasperation. I would never, ever forget that night. Whiskey might have a decent singing voice while sober, but the two of them had sounded like cats in heat .
Callaway had his jacket in his hand and his arms had full sleeve tattos, literally covered with ink. Not just the standard tats either. These were intricate designs that bled into each other perfectly. If you had asked me, I would have said it looked like some Japanese art I had seen, with birds and waves and patterns weaving it all together .
It was stunning really .
“It’s nice to see you again, Becky .”
He sounded well mannered enough, as usual, but the light in his eyes looked a little too bright. A part of me thought he must be at least a little bit crazy. Also as usual .
“Can I hold her ?”
My eyes grew huge in alarm. Whiskey didn’t look at all worried but I just shook my head. I was half afraid that one of Callaway’s piercings would poke the baby .
Could a nipple ring give you tetanus? It definitely was not worth the risk .
“I think she needs to go down for a nap .”
“Okay. Whatever the mama bear says .”
I snorted at the mama bear comment and gestured to the huge pile of gifts that had been arriving for the past few hours .
“Can you guys stack these somewhere? Mae is going to have a fit .”
They both snapped into sharp salutes with huge grins .
“Yes, ma’am !”
They waved at the baby, making ridiculous noises as I carried her from the room .
“Uncle Callaway will see you real soon, ya hear ?”
Good Lord. Uncle Callaway was it? I groaned and escaped to the nursery. I glanced out the window. There were at least a dozen bikers still outside, waiting to see the baby .
Maybe I could hold her up in the window and they could take pictures. Yeah, that was a totally normal thing to do .
But I was well aware there was nothing normal about this .
I knew Whiskey was popular at the club. Well liked and well respected. He was also high ranking and part of the inner circle with the Club Prez, Devlin .
But this was like the second coming! It was too darn much. I knew I was being cranky, when they were just doing it to be nice, but I didn’t care .
Mama bear needed a nap .
I settled Eliza into her crib after checking her diaper. She’d be hungry soon but I think we both just needed a little peace and quiet for the moment .
“Petunia, what have we gotten ourselves into ?”
She looked up at me with her beautiful blue eyes .
And then made that adorable face she made when she pooped .
I tickled her belly, deciding that Whiskey had done enough posturing for the day. It was time for him to get his hands dirty .
Literally .
“I think it’s time daddy learned how to change you .”
She gurgled in agreement .
“Oh, Whiskeyyyy !”
Chapter Thirty -One
Whiskey
“F old here… through the legs… powder… sticky thing here… that’s it. I think we got it !”
I high-fived Callaway while Becky rolled her eyes at us .
“Mission diaper change accomplished .”
“Imagine, it only took the two of you to do it .”
I smiled at Becky, who looked beautiful as always, if a little tired .
“Why don’t you go take a nap, sweetheart ?”
“I’m not tired .”
“How about food? Do you want me to make something ?”
She threw up her hands in exasperation and left me alone with the baby .
“You said I could hold her !”
Callaway was pouting. His hair was sticking straight up, which made him look like a young Billy Idol. I mean, he had been styling it that way lately. It was almost a mohawk, but not quite .
I nodded and Callaway held his arms out. Carefully we transferred Petunia over. I pulled her back immediately .