Rider Meeks was not looking to change at all.
Indiana rolled her eyes. “No man is handsome enough for all this drama, Royal.”
That was the damn truth.
“I’m pretty sure there is nothing that is worth all of this drama,” I laughed.
Indiana clasped my hand in hers. “Did you ever think when we were growing up that we would be sitting here in some huge mansion with the mafia and a motorcycle club surrounding us?”
My eyes connected with hers. “I don’t think anyone could imagine this happening. This is the stuff that movies are made of.”
Indiana laughed. “I think we should gather everyone’s story and pitch it to Hollywood. I’m sure Marco has some kind of connection we could use.”
“I’m pretty sure after this little shindig that Marco is never going to talk to me again. I told you when I called that you could only come for a couple of hours.” I had never imagined that Indiana would bring the whole clubhouse with her. My jaw had dropped when all the cars and motorcycles had pulled up.
“Meg told me something the other day. It’s easier to ask for forgiveness than it is to ask for permission.” Indiana laughed. “I’m pretty sure she got that off the internet somewhere, but it sounded pretty good either way.”
“I agree with that, but I reall
y just wanted you to come hangout for a little bit with me.” Honestly, I just wanted to see Indiana. It was so weird how I would be fine and then I would remember that Grit was gone, and all I wanted to do was cry. Indiana being there with me helped to fight off the grief. Indiana understood all of the complicated emotions I had when it came to Grit. I loved and hated him at the same time.
“You guys coming to eat?” Meg stood in the doorway of the media room with a wine cooler in her hand. “Bristol made her cherry almond bread.”
My stomach growled.
Indiana’s eyes widened, and she stared at my stomach.
“Was that the kid saying he wants cherry almond bread?” Meg asked.
“I can’t believe you heard that all the way over there.” Talk about embarrassing.
Meg waved her hand. “I could tell you all sorts of stories about the weird things my body did when I was pregnant with Remy.”
“But I’m sure he wouldn’t want you telling those stories, babe.” King moved behind Meg and wrapped an arm around her waist.
“He wouldn’t even know,” Meg murmured.
“He would,” King laughed. “What are you up to in here? I saw you sneak away from the kitchen.”
Meg reached up and laid her hand on King’s cheek. “You know I eat while I cook and by the time it’s time to eat, I’m more than full.” She winked at Indiana and me. “One of the perks of being the chef.”
“I was just making sure you got enough to eat. Pie is in there grabbing everything he can and shoving it in his mouth.”
Meg laughed. “It’s always like that kid never eats.”
“I think that means we better grab something to eat before it’s all gone.” Indiana stood and held out her hand to me. “Let’s get some food in your belly, mama.”
I grabbed her hand and let her hoist me up from the couch. “I don’t think I have room for anything more in my belly. This kid is taking up every inch.”
“I think you need to figure out what you’re having so you stop just calling it kid or baby,” Indiana laughed. “I need to know if I’m going to be an auntie to a boy or girl.”
“We aren’t going to know until I push this little baby out.” I rubbed my hand over my stomach. “Though I’m not exactly little.”
“Oh, please,” Meg scoffed. “You’re young enough and in such good shape that you’ll bounce back to your prebaby body in no time.”
“Besides,” Indiana agreed. “You pop that baby out and then you’ll be on a pole for hours every day.”
“That sounds a little odd,” I laughed. “And you know you’re gonna have to give me lessons in pole dancing before I can start teaching other people.” Indiana had sold everyone else on the idea of me being an instructor at Pole Stars, but I wasn’t too sure if that was actually a good idea. I had messed around on a stripper pole a couple of times when I was tipsy, but I didn’t really know what I was doing.