“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.”

She got into Bishop’s car. Since she’d been pregnant, he had no choice but to take the car rather than his bike. She knew he missed riding it to school.

The first time he got his bike, he called it a babe magnet. She couldn’t believe she was married to him.

When they were only best friends, it made sense for her to hear about all the crap he’d say, the girls he’d slept with. Once they started making out, everything had changed. Pushing those doubts aside, she looked at Preacher as Bishop pulled out of the parking lot.

He smiled at her, and in a weird way, that one single smile actually gave her comfort. She wasn’t alone.

He was there.

She could handle this.