Crossroads (Beautiful Biker MC Romance Series) - DD Prince Page 0,101
Later
I’d been gone almost a week and the evening of my return, I walked up the front stairs, into the main lounge, and stopped dead, seeing him sitting there, drinking a beer while talking to Jesse and Gianna. Guess he was back, then. I was really glad that he was back first, seeing I wasn’t sitting around pining for him. His eyes hit mine and then immediately hit the floor.
And something in me snapped. I fortified myself before plopping down on the couch beside Gianna.
“Hey girl.”
“Hey, babe,” she said, and her eyes were big. “You’re back.”
“I am. Nolan. Can I get a Jack ‘n Coke?”
“Sure, Jojo,” Nolan replied from behind the bar, looking a little surprised.
I was sure we were still a topic of conversation, speculation. particularly by the looks of surprise in the room that I was flopping here on a couch across from Christian Forker after that scene, doing it so casually.
I’d gone to stay with Delia. She used my visit as an excuse for a cottage getaway a few hours away from Sioux Falls with a few of the women from her chapter. Laura even came up for two of the five days we were there with her best friend, Deb, who was Jenna’s dad’s girlfriend.
I spent a lot of the week on a lounge chair with a Sudoku book and pencil in my hand, keeping my brain focused on something opposite to him… something I could make sense of.
I also played a lot of cards with Aunt Delia and the other ladies with a considerable amount of time traipsing to antique stores, bakeries, used bookstores, and ice cream shops. Delia needed a break and I needed an escape. It was supposed to be zero stress for Delia’s health, so a few club old ladies who could get away with her did so, too. I couldn’t say I didn’t stress out at all, but I didn’t let her see it. It was great having a week of being doted on by several mother figures from the club as well as getting to spend more time bonding with Laura.
Thankfully, it seemed that no one told Delia about their suspicions about me and Fork and Laura, to her credit, didn’t bring anything up either.
Yes, he was back to being Fork to me. Except in my dreams. I was having vivid dreams of him being Christian, of being on the back of his bike, his hair flowing, a smile on his face, his blue eyes sparkling. I dreamt of getting tangled up in bedsheets with him. But during the day? During the day, while I was awake and aware – he was Fork.
***
I’d heard from Luke’s mom via a phone call and from my brother, Rider the same day while I was away with Delia. Test results were in and it was definitive: neither of them were related to Trevor, Melanie’s baby.
She was still in jail and Trevor was in foster care. Coincidentally, Melanie was in the same jail as my mother. This was sort of poetic.
Melanie’s parents hadn’t wanted to take Trevor in, had apparently written Melanie off years earlier. Yep, Melanie did have a dad despite telling me her dad was dead. Melanie also had a sister who did want to take him, but she was apparently twenty years old and worked a sixty-hour week fast food job to make ends meet – too young and not stable enough in social service’s eyes. This made me sad. Delia assured me that I’d done the right thing, that Trevor had a much better chance where he was. If Melanie had a long stint of jail time ahead of her, which she might due to her existing record, he might wind up being put up for adoption. Maybe he’d wind up with a family that desperately wanted a child but couldn’t have one and would therefore put his needs first.
I didn’t ever think that little boy belonged to Luke, but couldn’t help that I felt sad. If Luke had left a piece of himself here, that would’ve been a comfort. And having that little boy in their lives would probably be really good for the Hansons.
Alas, it wasn’t meant to be. Like me and Luke. Me and Christian? Time would tell.
At the end of the conversation with Luke’s mom, she said,
“I’m sorry to say this Jojo, but my husband was very upset when I had to do the DNA test. He… I … it might be best if you don’t