She nibbled her lip as she walked down the long street heading toward the library. Bishop had to make a quick run back to the clubhouse. Preacher had wanted him to drop off some money at the bank, and Bishop had forgotten to do it. Instead of being trapped in a car all day, she’d opted to go to the library to get more studying in.

Just as she entered the library, her cell phone went off.

Preacher: How’s your day?

She smiled. He always asked her about her day.

Thinking about Bishop, she felt a little guilt swirl its way inside her. She hadn’t told him about the conversations she had with Preacher daily.

Bishop had been there for her more than ever before and he was really trying, but she … couldn’t bring herself to open up to him. She kept expecting him to yell at her, or scream.

Robin: Good. You?

Preacher: It could be better.

Robin: How?

Preacher: I could be seeing you in the morning rather than a bunch of ugly ass bikers.

Robin: Is my dad with you?

Preacher: Why do you think I said ugly ass?

She laughed, putting her bag on the table. She waved at one of the women, who smiled at her but quickly turned her back. She was used to the lack of warmth coming from people. Ever since she’d gotten pregnant, she’d noticed people often avoided her, or crossed the street so as not to be near her.

Preacher: What are you doing now? Watching some lame ass romantic comedy?

Robin: Without you? Nah, I wouldn’t dream of doing that.

Preacher: Don’t keep me in suspense, what are you doing? Are you taking it easy? Randall told me you need to take it easy.

This made her pause.

Had Randall told him everything about her trip with him? The wet dreams were getting more frequent, not to mention her fantasies. She’d not told Randall who starred in them, only that they were becoming a bit of a problem to her. Not for any other reason than she wasn’t used to feeling this way about anyone, least of all, Preacher.

She jumped as her cell phone started to ring.

Quickly accepting the call, she placed the phone to her ear. “What?”

“What? I thought you had manners?” Preacher asked.

“I’m sorry. Why are you calling?”

“You didn’t respond, and I got suspicious.”

“I’m resting.”

“Where’s Bishop?”

“He’s … running an errand.”

There was a long pause. She nibbled her lip waiting for him to answer her.

“You’re alone right now?”

“Yes, I am, but I was the one who told him to do what you asked. He’s only following your orders.”

“I gave him strict instructions to be by your side, and he’s currently off doing shit I’ve not told him to do.”