It Wasn't Me (KPD Motorcycle Patrol 2)

I felt my lips twitch. “It’s okay. You can come afterward.”

My sisters and I had agreed to meet up at Pizza King, the best pizza place in town, for an early dinner to catch up.

I was going to use that time to tell them what had happened the past week, and also recruit their help in keeping my father calm.

“That’s fine,” I said as he started to lift the plastic bag covering the uniforms to get a closer look.

His face dissolved into a mask of horror.

“What the fuck is this supposed to be again?” I growled.

Downy started to laugh. “Your uniform. Congrats.”

Jonah did not look amused.

Not in the least.Chapter 12When you’re excited to see your sisters, and then realize that both of them are wearing your clothes.

-Text from Piper to Jonah

Piper

I was nervously twitching in my seat as I watched my sisters walk into the pizza parlor.

They looked around for all of two seconds before spotting me.

I grinned when I saw both of them.

That grin quickly fell off my face and I narrowed my eyes.

“Are you seriously both wearing my clothes?” I gasped.

Where had they even gotten them from?

Then I remembered the bag that I’d left at my parents’ place, and I narrowed my eyes.

They both started to laugh, and I couldn’t help myself. I laughed with them.

“You should’ve seen your face,” Phoebe said as she scooted into the booth across from me. “We saw that sitting there a couple of days ago, and it was just like old times.”

“Yeah,” Pru said. “You…what the fuck is that on your finger?”

Ahh, it took her all of two minutes to notice.

I’d honestly expected it before any words had been spoken. My twin was getting rusty.

Speaking of, she’d put on some weight…

“Why do you look pregnant again?” I found myself asking.

Phoebe choked.

My eyes went to her, and now that I was looking at her more closely, she also looked like she’d put on some weight.

“Ummm,” Phoebe said. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Actually, I was talking about Pru,” I said, sounding amused. “But I really feel like you both are keeping secrets.”

Pru sighed. “I was going to tell you. But then we heard about Dad, and all that went down, and then you ran off to Vegas before seeing us and it just got delayed.” She paused. “But we’ll talk about us and getting pregnant again in just a second. How about you tell us about that tattoo on your ring finger, and why you look like you got good sex.”

I would not blush.

I would not blush.

I would not blush.

Shit, I blushed.

“You popped your cherry!” Phoebe cried out loudly.

I looked at the ceiling instead of staring around me to see who all had heard my little sister say that so loud.

But, in the end, I couldn’t help myself. I had to know.

Taking a look around, I was dismayed to find quite a few pairs of eyes on us.

I turned to look at my sister and glared.

She bit her lip.

“Why is it always you that screams out the most embarrassing thing?” I questioned. “How the hell do you expect me to tell you about these things if you do this?”

Phoebe had the decency to blush.

“I’m just so excited.” She practically bounced in her seat, looking as if she truly was sorry. “I’m sorry. I just…I’m so proud of you.”

“So the ring…” Pru pushed.

I sighed and dropped my hand onto the table.

Then pulled out the wedding ring from my pocket and set it down next to my hand.

Phoebe gasped. Pru leaned forward and picked up my ring.

I waited for both of them to process this new information.

“When did this happen?” she asked. “In Germany? Please tell me it isn’t that creepy fucker that kept telling you that you had pretty nostrils.”

I winced.

There had been a soldier that’d been coming to the clinic to be seen, and he had been a little too obsessed with my nostrils.

It was honestly the weirdest thing ever.

“Um, no.” I immediately said. “I…”

My phone on the table vibrated, and before I could snatch it up, Phoebe beat me to the punch and lifted it to her ear.

“Hello?” she answered, trying to sound like me.

She’d done that before.

Quite a few times, but none of it in recent years.

“Uhhh, yeah,” Phoebe said. “She’s right here, and she’s okay. I just answered for her because I wanted to know what in the hell was going on, and she isn’t telling me anything. Do you know what’s going on?” Phoebe paused, listening for quite some time before she continued. “Yeah, we’re at Pizza King on Sixth Street. We just got here, actually. Pru was late because she has morning sickness out the ass. We had to pull over twice on the way over here.” She smiled. “Yeah, we’ll be here. We have enough room.”

With that, she placed the phone back onto the counter, then looked at me expectantly.