Reaper's Till Death (Devils Rejects MC 3)

His eyes narrow on me, catching me gawking, and I quickly look away, feeling slightly embarrassed.

His knee brushes against mine under the table but I think it was merely an accident.

We finish eating and the guys go outside to do whatever it is men do leaving Sara and me alone with the baby.

I hold CT while Sara cleans up our plates. The little booger is slobbering and biting his fist. “Is he teething?”

“Yeah. Poor baby was up half the night. So…,” she trails off.

“So…what?”

“Um, what the hell, Harley. You have a stalker and you are gonna be staying with Reaper.” Her brows wiggle as she beams and winks at me.

“You got something in your eye?” I tease, avoiding the topic of Reaper. I just met the dude and yeah, he’s hot, but he’s a biker.

“Give me the deets. What’s your first impression? I mean, how awesome would it be if you two got together and then you ended up staying here.”

“Whoa. Slowdown, turbo. Back it up. I just got here. I’m not looking to be any man’s

old lady.” I would be a liar though if I said I didn’t see a flash of what it’d be like to kiss Reaper and start over here.

“Come on.” Her voice lowers. “Admit it.” She pinches my arm as CT yanks on my hair. “He’s totally fuckable.”

“Stop it,” I hiss as my cheeks warm. “And take your drool machine back.” I sniff and get a big whiff of his smelly diaper. “I think he shit.” I scrunch my nose, making a disgusted face, trying not to gag. “What in the hell have you been feeding him?”

“It’s not that bad.” Sara frees me from the stink bomb.

“Not that bad my ass. My eyes are watering.”

Her honey whiskey eyes roll as she passes by me and goes down the hall to change his nasty ass diaper.

I’m left to myself, so I go in the living room and take a look around. Pictures of CT are on display along with a photo from the wedding. My eyes are immediately drawn to Reaper. I touch his face with the tip of my finger when I hear a throat clear behind me. Jumping, I nearly drop the frame.

“You ready to go?” his dark voice grates behind me.

“Sure.” I offer him a weak smile and place the picture frame back on the table. “Just let me say goodbye to Sara first.”

He nods. “Make it quick.”

I find Sara in the baby’s room in a cloud of powder, cooing at her son.

Honestly, I am proud of her, but I don’t know how she does it. Raising a baby that isn’t hers…being married…living so far away from her family. As crazy as they make me I think I would miss my parents, my dumbass brothers, and my sister too.

Drag Creek has always been my life.

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We left from Sara and Danny’s and it was about a fifteen-minute ride to an apartment that is located over a contractor office with a lot full of construction equipment in the back. The good news is there seems to be some stores down the street from our location. Hopefully, one of them sells clothing.

Reaper leads me up a set of stairs from the backside of the brick building. When he opens the door, I expect a cool wave of air from the AC to wash over me to bring me relief from the humidity. I’m sticky and in desperate need of a shower and am met with a wave of hot air instead.

I follow my babysitter inside expecting a shithole but am pleasantly surprised to find the place is clean and it even smells nice. There is a small entryway with a coat closet off the side that opens into the living room and kitchen.

I notice a sliding glass door that leads to a small balcony that houses a small table, two chairs, and a grill. Looking around the apartment I only see one more door that I assume leads to the bedroom and bathroom.

“Let me give you the grand tour.” He points to the stove and refrigerator. “Kitchen.” He turns and points to the couch. “Living room. That’s the patio and through that door is the bathroom.”

My brows quirk up. “Where’s the bedroom?”