Hide Your Crazy (KPD Motorcycle Patrol 1)

“In the eyes of the law, with him being on that birth certificate, he most certainly is. Logan played no part in holding your daughter’s hand as she wrote his name in. From what I’ve heard, he’s had nothing to do with her since the moment he found out that she slept with his best friend—his handicapped best friend who is mentally challenged.”

Warren closed his eyes and looked as if he was counting to ten.

As if he was seriously wanting to beat his child right then and there.

“If it’s all the same to you,” I said. “I’ve ordered dessert and I’d really like to finish it. So, I’ll see you soon, I’m sure.”

Warren looked like he wanted to attack me.

But Luke’s presence at my side stopped him from doing any such thing.

“This isn’t over,” he promised.

Then he was gone, leaving only me and Luke half standing inside the foyer, half standing out.

We waited until Warren got into his Mercedes—which he’d illegally parked in front of the front doors—and raced away.

There was silence for a few long seconds before Luke’s words pierced the quiet.

“You’re marrying her, right?” Luke asked, eyes on me, hard as steel and unrelenting.

I blinked, shocked at hearing those words.

I’d expected a lot after that man had left.

Anger for getting his daughter in this situation? Yes. Him asking me if I was marrying his daughter? No.

“Uh, yes,” I said, seeing no reason to beat around the bush. It may have been only a very short amount of time, but I knew. I knew it, and I wouldn’t spend time beating around the bush when I could feel the rightness of the answer in my soul. “I am.”

“Her reputation is important to me,” he said. “Everybody in the entire department knows that you slept with her.”

I had a feeling that was true, but I hadn’t been the one to spread that rumor.

If I’d had my choice, we would’ve done this under the radar as long as we possibly could, because he was right. My reputation wasn’t the best in the entire world.

I would’ve done anything if it meant that Katy wasn’t subjected to the shit that would come at her since she was with me.

“Treat her right, Gibbs,” Roberts ordered. “Or I’ll kick your ass.”

I had a feeling ‘kick your ass’ was an understatement. He’d do more than kick my ass.

He’d destroy me.

He’d utterly decimate me, piece by piece, until there was nothing left but Logan Gibbs dust particles.

“Yes, sir.”Chapter 19I like romantic walks. I also prefer napping and eating tacos to exercise.

-The key to Katy’s heart

Katy

We were at my parents’ house when Paydon and the rest of the Maxwell finally arrived.

Nina, Darius, and Paydon Maxwell were nothing like I expected.

Honestly, I wasn’t sure what I expected.

But those three weren’t it.

Paydon was honestly the most surprising of them all.

When their car slid up to the curb of my parents’ house, I was watching for them.

Logan and my dad were talking about the productivity of the motor patrol unit, and what Logan thought of it so far. My mom had Gibby on her hip while she pulled brownies from the oven, and I was sitting in the little window nook in the living room. The one that I used to sit on all the time as a teenager and do my homework or just read.

Which was why I was the first one to see them pull up and get out.

“They’re here,” I said softly.

My eyes turned from outside to inside, automatically honing in on Logan, who was staring at me with a look of nausea on his face.

“It’ll be okay,” I promised.

Logan nodded once and stood up. “Will y’all give me a few minutes?”

My father stood as well and clapped Logan on the back.

“Sure thing,” he said. “Take your time.”

With that, Logan practically shuffled toward the door, looking like the weight of the world was on his shoulders as he moved.

When the front door closed behind him, I returned my gaze to the front where the Maxwell family had made it about mid-way up the walk.

Paydon was behind them, shuffling his feet as well, and I could tell that he was just as nervous as Logan was.

My eyes took him in.

“He doesn’t look like he has anything wrong with him,” Dad muttered from right beside me.

I moved my feet so he could sit down, and he did, sitting half on, half off. One foot stayed planted on the floor, and the other bent at the knee to fit in close to my upraised legs.

“No,” I agreed.

Paydon was tall. Not as tall as Logan, but tall.

He was beautiful, too.

I could tell that he probably got quite a bit of attention from the female population.

It was sad that he didn’t get to live like other men of his age lived.

He had sandy blond hair that was buzzed at the sides, and a little longer at the top, making it where he could style it and comb it over, giving him an edgy, professional look. His eyes were dark blue, the color of the blue jeans that fit him like a glove.