Keys are wonderful. They look after Steele and I appreciate that. It must be how you feel, Blythe, when Reaper and Savage are with Czar.”
Blythe nodded. “Absolutely.”
“I can breathe easier because Maestro and Keys look after Zane too. They’re a huge help. Both even change diapers, although they’d murder me for telling you that. They’re helping with potty-training.” She laughed. “Their ideas are rather unique, but effective. He’s young to be potty-trained, especially for a boy, but he’s already trying to emulate them. He’d been doing very well, not having any problems except at night, until he was kidnapped. He went backward a bit.”
“That would make sense,” Blythe said. “He might have other behaviors as well.”
Breezy nodded. “He wakes up scared and I rock him. He likes everyone singing to him. We’ve ordered a piano because Maestro says we really need one for him, and I know the piano in particular is a really good instrument for children.”
“How do you know all that stuff about kids?” Lana asked. “You were always good with them in the club as well. I know, because I admired you for it. It always seemed so natural.”
Breezy hadn’t known Lana had even watched her and she felt a warmth spread through her at the obviously sincere compliment. “I read lots of books. I didn’t want to be like my father and none of the women he brought home were kid friendly, so I read tons. I still do. Every parenting book I can get my hands on. I’m determined I won’t ever be like Bridges.”
“I don’t think you have to worry on that account,” Alena assured.
The roar of Harleys filled the air. They’d been hearing the rumble growing louder for some time and now they were in the yard. Several trucks accompanied the bikes. The women looked at one another. It was a party and parties meant men and women they didn’t know but welcomed all the same.
Breezy tried not to tense up. She was part of the welcoming crew. It wasn’t like they had many women in their club. Heidi and Betina would be there. Both women worked as waitresses in the bar and were patch chasers. Anya was friends with them, but Breezy really hadn’t been around them.
Steele claimed he wouldn’t want anyone but her, not even when others threw themselves at him. She knew she should trust him, but it was hard to get that picture of him out of her mind—the one where he’d gotten up nude from under three equally naked women. A part of her wanted to run home and hide like a coward.
“Take a deep breath,” Lana whispered. “He loves you. He doesn’t even look at anyone else. I doubt he can see anyone but you.”
Breezy was embarrassed that Lana had recognized she was struggling with the idea of going to the party because of what she’d seen. She should have the confidence to deal with parties. Steele hadn’t been with her then. He had explained the three women and she’d chosen to accept that explanation. She either trusted him or she didn’t and after demanding he trust her, she had to get over this last hurdle. She was determined she would.
“I’m just being silly.” She ran a hand over the soft little spot she couldn’t quite get rid of since Zane was born. “I don’t look the same, no matter how much exercise I do. I swim every day, several times a day.” She also had sex more than once a day and she’d lost weight, but not that little soft area she couldn’t quite overcome. Okay, if she was honest, she’d had it before Zane was born, but it was nice to have pregnancy as an excuse.
Lana looked her up and down. “Breezy, you’re gorgeous. The moment you go out there with the rest of them, I guarantee, Steele will be glued to your side. He’ll make it very plain that you’re his old lady, and the women will definitely get the message along with the men.”
The noise level in the compound went up several notches, although it was still somewhat muffled in the kitchen. “Czar wants Steele to talk to every man personally. All of us have,” Alena said, “but him. His opinion is very important. If he nixes even one, we’re not going through with it. Steele has a real feel for what people are like.”
Breezy nodded. She wasn’t going to panic. She had to trust Steele. She loved him, and she believed in