Her eyes widened in shock for less than a second before she smiled a smug grin.
“I told you he was mine.”
“I told you that you could have him.” I shrugged and walked past her toward the stairs, holding my head high.
What I really wanted to do was turn back into my room and crawl into my bed until after the baby was born. Then I could go back to Rosewood and back to my life.
I could be a single mom.
I had the best role model there was.
I walked into the kitchen and found my mom at the stove making breakfast. She’d been enjoying the club life a little too much. She was made to be a mom, and the one thing these men needed was a mother. Someone to cook for them and keep them in line.
I stood in the doorway and watched as Venom, Cobra, Keno, and Crater all passed by her with a plate of food, giving her a kiss on the cheek and a murmur of thanks. She beamed at them, while Smokey growled at the table.
I sat down next to him and leaned over. “She’s happy here. It’d be a shame if she didn’t have a reason to stay after I left.”
“It’d be a shame if you left,” he said without taking his eyes off my mother.
“I don’t belong here,” I whispered.
“Bullshit. That boy loves you.”
“Then why was Jenna coming out of his room half naked this morning?” I asked without thinking.
Smokey looked at me then. “What?”
“Never mind. It’s none of my business.”
“Well, it is mine.” He stood, and I tried to grab his arm and stop him.
“Smokey, don’t.”
He shrugged off my hand and stomped out of the kitchen.
“Morgan, what’s wrong?”
I looked over at my mother and sighed. “I said something stupid.”
“What did you say?”
I bit my lip, but before I could tell my mother what happened, I heard yelling in the common room. I dropped my head into my hands and blew out a breath. I should have kept my mouth shut.
“Morgan.”
I looked up and found Jude standing in the doorway. His eyes were hard as he stared at me. “Can I talk to you?”
“Sure,” I said with a heavy sigh.
I followed him into church; it was still strange being in here. I sat in a chair and waited for the lecture he was going to give me about how what he does has no bearing on me and how I had no right to say anything.
But Jude didn’t do that. He didn’t stand over me and berate me for being jealous. Because I was. I could admit that—well, to myself anyway. Inside my head I could admit a lot of things that no one else would ever hear.
Jude sat in the chair beside me and turned to face me. He grabbed the chair and spun it around so our knees were touching.
“I have never fucked Jenna.”
“Jude—” I started, and he placed a finger over my lips.