“Yeah, sure.” He needed to stay outside, clear his head.

He didn’t like how close of a call that had been, and with Reaper lurking and O’Klaren feeding him information, he had to be on his guard at all times.

There had also been a sighting of Milner. Dog had called it in, and Billy confirmed Milner’s whereabouts. In a matter of days, he’d have dealt with that little problem, but of course it would never come back to the club. It was a shame that Milner decided to end things this way. Running away and not telling him the truth, giving him little lies to follow. Preacher would have taken care of him. He’d considered them friends, but now he was making him have to clean up loose ends. Milner had nothing to hide in that area, especially as O’Klaren had only taken over from him as a younger officer, with an amazing track record. He’d used his family to also make the transition easier. Small town, away from the big city, the chance of a new life. It all sounded wonderful.

Looking through the window, Preacher stared at father and daughter.

Robin got to her feet, and Bear embraced her.

“Do you want me to collect some intel on what is going on with O’Klaren?” Grave asked. “I know a couple of women he likes to visit regularly.”

“Yes. I want to find everything we can on the real O’Klaren. The file we have on him is pointless.”

There was no way he was going to trust that O’Klaren was clean.

“What do you want us to do about Robin?” Rider asked.

“Nothing. I want you to do absolutely nothing when it comes to her.” He’d be the one taking care of her, no one else.

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Twelve

Robin stepped back from her masterpiece and smiled. She couldn’t paint to save her life, but the blends of pink looked really pretty and she liked the way they popped. She’d spent the best part of the weekend preparing the new nursery. Preacher had already told her he’d ordered the necessary furniture.

Wiping some perspiration from her brow, she put the paintbrush down and went about mixing some more strong pink with a little more white.

“I thought I’d find you in here.”

“Hey, sweetie,” she said, walking over to Bishop. She went on her tiptoes and kissed his cheek.

She had decided after her birthday night at the Italian restaurant, when it came to Bishop, she wouldn’t be angry with him, or make him feel bad. Whenever she saw him, she intended to play nice, like they used to. Nothing had changed between them, and she’d been the one to have this happen to her.

“What do you think?”

“Are you moving in here or something?”

She detected the hint of perfume, not hers either.