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“Where are you?”

“At Dice’s house.”

“Are you hurt?”

“No, not physically.”

“I’m on my way,” he said.

With that, I started packing.

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DICE

When we left the clubhouse, I was exhausted and hoped I’d never have to tell the story of what happened at the diner again. I’d told it to the cops multiple times, and then I had to tell it to Phoenix, twice. He’d been in Devil Springs and didn’t make it back in time to meet us at the diner.

“Is that Walter’s truck?” Ink asked as we pulled into his driveway. He’d volunteered to drive to the clubhouse, and I happily took him up on his offer.

“It is,” I confirmed as Buck walked outside carrying a suitcase.

“What’s going on?” Ink asked, but I didn’t answer him. I got out of his truck and headed for Buck to ask the same question.

“What’s going on?” I asked.

“Daphne asked us to come get her,” he said simply.

“She what? Why?”

He narrowed his eyes angrily. “You know, and now she does, too.”

“What—” I began, then decided it would be better to go inside and see what in the hell was going on.

Walter was coming down the hallway carrying a small box. “What is happening?” I asked.

Walter shook his head and looked at me like I was dog shit on the bottom of his shoe. “I really want to put you on your ass, but I think Daphne should have a chance to say what she needs to say first.”

“I think you should put him on his ass,” Buck said from behind me. “It’ll make us all feel better.”

“Will one of you please tell me what the hell is going on?” I yelled, causing Diablo to come running into the living room, barking and growling. “Daphne!” I called loudly.

Diablo continued to bark as she appeared at the end of the hall. Her eyes were red and swollen, but the overall look of defeat made my heart sink.

“Daphne?”

“How could you?”

“How could Iwhat?”

“You’re having a baby with someone else! I’ve been the wife in this same scenario, and I refuse to be the other woman!”

“I’m not—” I started and took two steps toward her before Diablo stopped me with a menacing growl.

“Did you or did you not say you were the father of Tawny’s baby?”

Suddenly, it all made sense.

“It’s not what you think.”