Never Ever: Book One Perdition MC by Isabel Wroth Page A

glanced over at the calendar on the fridge. “Shit. Totally forgot. I
can reschedule,”
    “Top didn’t give me a time, just said to bring you by today.
We’re goin to see your doc.”
    “Ok. You make good breakfast.”
    “Noticed you liked it. Love the way you smell.” He buried his
nose in her hair and breathed in deep. “Pisses me off when I wake up and you’re
not in bed next to me.”
    “Take it up with your demon seed that makes me puke my guts
up at 5:45 on the dot.”
    “You can call my kid a demon, but I can’t call him a brat?”
    “You puking your guts up every morning?”
    “No.”
    “Then yeah. I can call your kid a demon.”
    His laughter rolled through the kitchen like an echo of the
thunder still rolling outside.
     
    She got some of her minions to go out and clean up the berry
patches, answered a few calls, took a walk around the nursery to make sure
there hadn’t been any more damage done to the nursery, and noted some boar
tracks close to the fence. Bastards. After that, she climbed on the back of
Roar’s bike and he took her into town for her doctors appointment. Dr. Wilder wasn’t thrilled about
the tattoo, but apart from a warning about infection, she didn’t say anything
more. She flipped the lights off and turned the sonogram machine on, and that
was about the time that Roar got quiet. He stared at the black and white image
on the computer screen and didn’t say a word until they were walking into the
Perdition compound.
     
    Chapter Ten
     
    He’d curled his hand around her calf at every stoplight,
taken her hand when they got off the bike and walked inside, totally ignoring
the greetings his brother’s shouted from across the room, and when they
eyeballed her with narrow eyed speculation, she shrugged and let him tow her
down a picture lined hallway and banged a heavy fist on the closed door. “It’s
open!” A gruff voice called, and Roar led her in to the clutter free office,
where a roughly handsome older man sat behind the equally clutter free desk. It
smelled like smoke, and she found the only dirty thing in the room, which was a
half full ashtray on the corner of the desk. But when she looked at it, the
lean, salt and pepper haired man stood up, walked around her and shouted for
one of the prospects. Shitkickers pounded down the
hall and a tow headed kid eagerly asked, “What’s up, Prez?” The prez shoved the ashtray at the kid and told him gruffly,
“Get that clean. Tell the boys no smoking inside till this one is gone.” He
hooked his thumb at her, the prospect leaned around to look at her, smiled slow
and sweet at her, winked and then jogged out with a, “On it, boss.”
     
    The prez slammed the door shut
after the kid, looked at her for a minute, then at Roar and back to her.
“What’s wrong with him?” He demanded shortly, and she shrugged. “No idea. He
quit talking after we hit the doctor’s office. Been mute like that ever since.”
She watched the older man’s lips twitch, “He see the kid on a sonogram?” She
nodded, a tad bit surprised that the rough looking biker knew what all was
involved with an OBG appointment. He chuckled softly and went over to a
cabinet, poured a stiff three fingers of Johnny Walker into a glass, shoved
Roar into a chair and handed him the glass. Roar knocked it back with a wince,
wrapped his arm around her hips to tug her onto the arm of the chair, and
continued on with his silence. “He’ll get it together after a while. I’m Top, run
this club.” She offered her hand and caught his approval when she squeezed his
work roughened hand firmly. “Everly Nolan.” He arched a brow at her, and she
shrugged as he released her. “Taggart.” She amended. “Changed my name for
safety reasons.”
    “You look like your mama.”
     
    His deep voice and what he said, kicked her in the gut. She
was glad she was sitting down, and looked up at him now leaning back against
the desk while he looked down at her. If he knew her