Never Ever: Book One Perdition MC by Isabel Wroth

back’?”
     
    There was something in his voice, a note to the coarse growl
that made her insides give a shudder. She didn’t have a name to identify it,
because it wasn’t just that he cared or was concerned. It went deeper. Deeper
to a place she wasn’t ready to dive into yet. “Walk out the back door and look
right,” She saw him stomp out to the back porch and look to where she waved at
him. “Get back here.” He ordered, hung up and stomped back in the house. She
looked down at Squatch , and his tongue lolled
happily, giving her an adoring look that made her reach down and ruffle his
ears. “Apparently we’ve been commanded back to the house.” Squatch barked in excitement and took off towards home, but then stopped and ran back,
jumping around her legs until she started moving, and took off, then came back,
again and again, panting hard by the time they got to the house and covered in
mud. “Wash room, dude.”
     
    Squatch used his doggie door,
that led right into the big tub she’d installed in the mudroom just for
him, so she could hose him off after their jaunts into the woods. She hosed him
down and toweled him off as good as she could, then he hopped down and bounced
into the house to fling himself down onto his dogbed by the fire place. He was snoring by the time she hit the kitchen, where Roar
was grumbling around while he made up something that resembled eggs. “Books
said you’d only be sick for the first three months.” He grunted at her, and she
slid onto a bar stool and watched him making a mess on her stove. “Some women
don’t get sick at all. Some are sick through the whole thing. Just depends, I
told you, my doctor says I’m a normal pregnant lady.”
     
    He grunted again and banged around until he found plates to
scoop up and dump half the concoction on one plate, smacked it in front of her
and she stared at it, uncertain that the human stomach was meant to digest the
contents. She could identify the eggs, and what looked like salsa, some kind of
meat, maybe cheese? “Looks terrible, tastes pretty good.” Roar told her,
putting a plate of hot tortillas between them and scooped some of his stuff on
to one of them. She cautiously forked up a bite, and was shocked as the flavors
burst across her tongue. It was bacon, some shredded potatoes tossed in,
cheddar, some garlic, and she tasted her own familiar salsa that had been
spooned in. She cleaned her plate in record time, and looked up to see Roar
staring at her with his tortilla halfway to his mouth. He’d not even taken one
bite and she’d cleaned her plate. “What?” She asked, cheeks burning
self-consciously, wondering if he was going to eat his whole portion. “ Nothin , baby. You want more?” She shook her head, deciding
she wanted toast and grape jelly. Or lemon curd. Yeah. “Toast.”
     
    She got out her favorite potato bread and sliced off a few
thick wedges, popping them into the toaster, looking out the back window at the
fields, wondering how much a few hog traps would cost. Or if she should just
set up some blinds and- “Babe, you like burnt toast?” Roar’s voice made her
jolt back to the present just in time to save her toast from being to toasty.
She heard him open his mouth to say something, but was forestalled by the
ringing of his cell. “Yeah?” He grunted, then grunted the same word again, only
less of a question, more of an agreement. “I’ll make it happen.” He said, hung
up, and turned around on his stool to face her. “Top want’s a meet. Today.” She
nodded, scooping out a blob of butter to smear on her toast, the smell of the
lemon curd making her mouth water. “Just have to open up, tell the girls I’m
going out and we can go.” She licked the spoon clean of the tangy lemony goodness,
not realizing she’d been rubbing her stomach until Roar came up behind her and
his palm settled on top of hers. “Thought you had a doctors appointment today.” He murmured in her ear,
and she