Bishop and Preacher both said they’d be there, but she didn’t know if she could rely on them to show up. There was so much to be uncertain of.

She spent a great deal of time on her own. Bishop was always out, probably with half of the girls who hated her guts, which wasn’t a problem. She completely understood he had his own life to lead, and even though they were married, they had this big problem between them.

It will only get bigger and rounder.

“I … erm…”

“Robin Riley.”

She turned her head to see Principal Arnold walking toward her.

“Sir,” she said.

Bishop didn’t pull away from her.

She was still reeling from the revelation that Bishop wanted her to get rid of it, or at least it was an option.

Was it really an option?

“You’re wanted in my office.”

She looked at Bishop. He grabbed her bag. “Let’s go then.”

“You’re not coming here.”

“You think I’m going to allow you to drag my wife into your office without being close. Believe me, I will be there. Her name’s Robin Keats now. Remember it.” Bishop took her hand, and it was like their time at his place didn’t matter. They were together now when it mattered.

When they got to Arnold’s office, the principal stood in front of Bishop.

“I’ll call my father,” Bishop said.

She noticed how Arnold tensed, and she stepped into his office, not wanting to cause any more trouble.

She paused when she caught sight of O’Klaren. Preacher had warned her O’Klaren was making all the rounds on the club kids, men, women, and families. This was the first time he’d approached her.

“I heard congratulations are in order.” He pointed at her finger. “I checked everything out. I even went by to see your mother and father. Both gave you their blessing to be with that … boy.”

She took a seat, looking at him.

“Well, it makes me wonder if that was all necessary.”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“You think I don’t know about the club? About your pregnancy?”

She didn’t move a muscle as she looked at him.

“In fact, I’ve been wondering if you’d seen this woman lately?” O’Klaren produced a picture and thrust it beneath her face.

She stared down at Milly. “I’ve seen her. That’s Milly.” Preacher had told her not to lie. Not to pretend she’d never seen anyone unless he’d given her instructions. Everyone in town knew Milly had been part of the club. “I haven’t seen her recently. I don’t know where she is.”

“I’m looking for her. I want to talk to her.”

“I can’t help you.”

“Who is the father of your baby?” he asked.

“How do you know I’m pregnant?”

“I have my ways.”

She stared at him, wondering if he was reaching or if there was possibly a rat in the club. There was no way Randall would have said anything to him. She didn’t believe it.