Kings of Asphalt (Club Chrome 1)

Zoe released a happy sigh. “And another thing…we need to find someone for Delainey. Someone nice but not too nice, you know? She needs someone who can handle her without breaking her spirit. How about Roger? Or maybe Cutter? No, not Roger. Or maybe Sal?”

“Whoa! We’re not up to play match-maker,” Jax said, alarmed. “Jesus, girl, you’re killing me.”

“She’s my best friend and I want her to be as happy as I am,” she said simply and they both melted as she knew they would.

“Well, when you put it that way….” Hunter said.

“I’ll think about it,” Jax grumbled before pulling her gently from the chair. “But for now, it’s time for lunch. You’re practically wasting away to nothing.”

“Not hardly,” she laughed, tickled that they were so concerned. Morning sickness thus far had been a bit of a bitch. She threw up more than she kept down but she didn’t mind. She was happier than any woman had a right to be.

Zoe had spent most of her life believing she wasn’t worthy of the best things in life because of her size. Oh, can’t have that dress because they don’t make it in her size; can’t have the hot quarterback because she had tummy rolls and the quarterback only wanted the head cheerleader; can’t enjoy a slice (or two) of pizza because she should be eating a small salad. Right? Wrong. Jax and Hunter had shown her that she deserved it all.

Funny thing, she never had a problem finding chic clothing anymore and she never felt the need to order a salad out of guilt or shame.

Even funnier, she’d landed better than the quarterback — each night she slept between two Kings.

And she was their queen.

Yeah…what could she say? Life was pretty damn awesome and Zoe was never going to settle ever again.