“I don’t know how I can help you.”

“You’re going to protect him?”

“Bishop’s my father’s baby. It’s why we got married.”

“That’s mighty convenient, wouldn’t you say?”

“What are you trying to say?” she asked. With every passing second, she was trying not to freak out, but she didn’t know how not to freak out if he was asking all of these questions. They were personal, and they shouldn’t have left the clubhouse unless he really was reaching, hoping to stump her to make a mistake. She wouldn’t ever be an ally to this man.

“Well, it just makes me wonder. You see, I have it on good authority that you and Bishop were always together but not really together in the biblical sense.”

She stared at him. “On good authority?”

“Yes.”

“What’s that? A couple of girls who go to this school?” She stared at O’Klaren waiting to see what he’d say. “Because if you’ve got it on good authority from the girls here, then you really don’t know me and Bishop.”

“He sleeps around.”

“Don’t all men?” she asked.

“And you don’t care.”

“I’m the girl wearing the wedding band. It doesn’t matter who he sleeps with, does it? I’m the one he picked at the end of the day, and if I asked, he’d stop. I don’t mind him sleeping around. One day he’ll settle down, and when he does, I’ll be there. Are we done here?” She got to her feet and walked toward the door.

“If I find out that baby you’re carrying is anyone else’s I will make their lives a misery.”

She stopped to look at him. This was a warning, clear as anything. O’Klaren had a way of finding stuff out, and she didn’t want to know exactly how, just that he did, which meant there was a rat in the club.

She didn’t say anything as she opened the door.

Preacher stood toe to toe with Arnold.

The moment he saw her, he relaxed a little but immediately tensed up when O’Klaren appeared.

“Well, isn’t this a pleasant surprise.”

“You do know she’s only seventeen.”

“Ah, yes, I know.”

“You should have had an adult present,” Preacher said.

“No harm done. I’ll be seeing you, Robin, and congratulations on the baby.”

He went to touch her stomach, but she pulled away, not wanting him anywhere near her child.

She was already very protective of her stomach, and having random strangers touch her was not what she wanted to experience. Without looking at the principal, she moved toward Bishop, playing the part.

“Can I go home? I don’t feel well.”

Her stomach was spiraling.

Bishop took her hand, leading her out of the school with Preacher following.

“I need you to go and talk to Tom again,” Preacher said.

“He needs to take me home,” Robin said, looking at Preacher. “I don’t know how it happened, but he suspects Bishop isn’t the father. He could be watching us.”

“Okay, Bishop, take her home. I’ll meet you there.”