They were watching a horror movie, and she kept averting her gaze, not standing the blood. She still had nightmares, but they weren’t as bad as the first time.

This is what Bishop wanted to watch.

She’d been determined to be a nice friend to him and to not blame him for what happened. It wasn’t his fault regardless of his desires.

The only thing she needed to do now was to go into the nursery. She hadn’t had the courage, but she’d seen Preacher leaving the room. She couldn’t go in, not yet. It hurt too much.

“So tomorrow night there’s going to be a party out at the clubhouse. Preacher’s organized it. He’s invited some friends that are not part of the club.”

“I know.”

“I was wondering if you’d like to go.”

“Sure. It sounds like fun.”

“For real?” he asked.

“Yeah, what’s wrong? Did you expect me to say hell no?”

“I honestly don’t know what I expected.”

“You really want to go?”

“Yes, I want to go. It could be fun. I’ve been spending way too much time here of late.”

“We’ll have fun. Party. Dance. It’ll be good. There will be a lot of women, so I’m hoping my dad will find someone to be with.”

“A lot of women?” She pulled away from him.

The thought of Preacher being with anyone made her feel a little sick.

“Yeah, he’s been a bit of a stick in the mud. A lot of the guys think he needs to get laid. He’s spent way too much time keeping it in his pants.”

She grabbed her empty glass and walked into the kitchen. “I don’t think we should be talking about your dad’s sex life.”

“It doesn’t bother you?”

“Of course not.” She poured herself some more water, taking a long gulp. Would Preacher want to be with other women? What if he was? It didn’t matter to her.

Then why does the thought of him having any other women make you angry?

Bishop followed her into the bathroom, taking hold of her hand, and pulled her close. “Let’s not talk about my dad. It’s good for you to be back.” He kissed her cheek. “Don’t worry, I know you’re not ready. I’m not going to push it.”

She pulled away. “You’re being really considerate.”

“I’m your best friend, Robin. You should know by now, I’ve got your back.”

She licked her lips. “Then … come with me to the nursery.”

“Robin?”

“What?”

“I’m not going to the nursery. I don’t need to. You’re the one who needs to go and deal with it. Not me.” He stroked her cheek. “There will be other babies. When we’re ready to start a family, I’ll give them to you.”