Everlasting - Christine Michelle Page 0,2
yet and I figured you would want to go get answers about why and when to expect him.”
I laughed. “You know me so well,” I admitted.
“Yeah, that happens after sharing a whole pregnancy and all the ups and down with your sister. I swear, sometimes it feels like Devon is your girls’ long-lost triplet instead of Tabby’s brother.” It was a silly complaint she made periodically, and always with a twinkle of mischief in her eyes. Tabby got on well enough with the younger kids, but she didn’t necessarily want a little brother. That little girl would have traded her brother out in a heartbeat in order to take my twin girls home. Unfortunately for her, the girls adored Devon, and were closer to him than they were Tabby. I was sure that would change as they all started to grow up some more.
“Okay, well, I need to go get answers. The girls have already been asking where he is.”
“That sucks, sis. Go, find out what you can. I promise you, if I hear anything, I will let you know right away. You know that Joker is pretty closed-lipped about club business with me though.”
I could tell by her pouty look that it was still a point of contention between my sister and brother-in-law that he didn’t tell her much about club business. Deck and I had a more open understanding about it, but it was because of everything that happened to me when I was younger that he conceded on that point. I would talk to Anna about all that later though. My pressing concern was finding out why my husband hadn’t come back yet and why the hell he wasn’t answering his cell phone.
It took twenty minutes for me to drive to the clubhouse. Normally, traffic wasn’t too bad in February around Charleston. The temperatures had climbed into the mid-70s for most of the week, which had people out of the house in droves, ready to soak up some sunshine. Not that I could blame them. If it hadn’t been for Deck being gone and me feeling a bit more run-down than usual with this pregnancy, I would’ve had the girls out and about too.
Lucky for me, Trunk’s bike was in the parking lot when I pulled onto the clubhouse property. Trunk had been promoted to Vice President a few years back after both my dad and Merc retired, and Sandman moved to take over the President spot in the Jacksonville, Florida chapter. I had been pretty happy with the choice since I’d always liked Trunk. The man had always had a soft spot for me and had never done me wrong as some of the other club members had. I didn’t take my time while dwelling on that past. Instead, I got my butt out of the car and headed toward the clubhouse. The moment I walked through the door, I was greeted by loud ass music and a bunch of the younger guys standing around shooting the shit with one another. There were a few women among them. I tried not to judge, but we’ll just say they looked like they were there for a good time and not necessarily because they were invested in any particular club brother.
“Hey Princess, whatcha doin’ here?”
I turned my head to see Trunk walking toward me, and while his greeting had been kind enough, his facial features went unchecked long enough for me to see what almost amounted to panic in his eyes.
“I’m here to find out what’s keeping Deck so long. The girls are wondering where their daddy is and I have an appointment tomorrow.” I patted my stomach even though I was barely showing.
“Not sure when he’ll be back,” Trunk admitted as he reached for my upper arm in an attempt to move me further away from everyone. I did not like that at all.
“Why the hell is that?”
“Ever, you know what I’m going to tell you, it’s club business.”
“Nope. We’re not doing this, Trunk. Fuck that old line. My husband is the club’s President and we don’t play that game with one another either. Now where the hell is he and why isn’t he back yet?”
Trunk took in a deep breath and then let it out slowly. “It’s club business.”
“Fuck you!” I hissed at him as I snatched my arm out of his grasp. “Club business, my ass!”
“Don’t make me have you escorted out of here,” Trunk threatened in a low voice so that only I could