“I know what we said, but right now, I’m close to completing something and I need all my men to be focused on this, not on what I’m going to tell Bear and my son.” He cupped her face.

“You still want to tell them, don’t you?”

“More than anything. That hasn’t changed. What I want will never change. I still want to be with you, but when I tell Bear, your father, I’m keeping his daughter for myself, it’s going to have consequences, and I need them all focusing on O’Klaren.”

“O’Klaren?” She couldn’t help but tense up.

“You know how important this is.”

“Of course I do, but don’t you think it’s a little dangerous? He’s not a good guy.”

“Neither am I, and he needs to learn the error of his ways. He’s only been in town a short time, and already he’s caused too much trouble.” He kissed her again, and this time, he pulled away.

He didn’t leave her though. Her cheeks heated as he got some tissues and used them between her thighs, wiping away the evidence of their lovemaking.

“Don’t you think it’s a little unwise to be going after O’Klaren? He’s a cop.”

Preacher helped her into her jeans, and rebuttoned her shirt. She hadn’t even realized he’d started to unbutton it in the first place.

He cupped her face, pressing a kiss to her lips.

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes.”

“Then know that I’ve got this handled.”

“Is this about … the baby?”

She tucked her hair behind her ear as he put his papers right.

He took hold of her hand, pulling on it so she had no choice but to sit in his lap. He put one hand on her ass and the other on her leg, holding her.

“Yes, it’s about the baby.”

“Why can’t you leave it alone?” she asked. Tears threatened to spill down. “I know it’s who you are, but … I don’t want you to get in trouble.”

“I’m not going to get in trouble. Do you think if I leave O’Klaren alive, it’s going to send the right message to my enemies? They’re looking for a way to kill me, Robin. I can’t give them a chance to think the club is weak or that I’m weak. What he did, in the eyes of the club, was punishable by death. O’Klaren will die at my hands. If you repeat any of this, you know the consequences.”

“I know, and I wouldn’t do that.” She thought about the pain, remembered the feel of losing her child.

She had no interest when it came to helping the man who hadn’t cared he was hurting an innocent child.

Whatever O’Klaren did, he had to suffer.