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Winter Travers
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
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Table of Contents
For my boys and my family. Thanks for always being there for me. | Nikki Horn. | Thanks for hanging with me no matter. You’re truly one of the good ones.
Chapter One | Delaney
Jay
Chapter Two | Delaney
Chapter Three | Jay
Chapter Four | Delaney
Jay
Chapter Five | Delaney
Chapter Six | Jay
Chapter Seven | Delaney
Jay
Chapter Eight | Delaney
Chapter Nine | Jay
Delaney
Chapter Ten | Jay
Delaney
Jay
Chapter Eleven | Delaney
Just give them a shot, Del. | -J
Chapter Twelve | Jay
Delaney
Chapter Thirteen | Jay
Delaney
Chapter Fourteen | Jay
Chapter Fifteen | Delaney
Chapter Sixteen | Jay
Chapter Seventeen | Delaney
Chapter Eighteen | Jay
Delaney
Chapter Nineteen | Jay
Delaney
Chapter Twenty | Jay
Chapter Twenty-One | Delaney
Jay
Chapter Twenty-Two | Delaney
Chapter Twenty-Three | Jay
Delaney
Chapter Twenty-Four | Jay
Delaney
Chapter Twenty-Five | Jay
Delaney
Chapter Twenty-Six | Jay
Chapter Twenty-Seven | Delaney
Chapter Twenty-Eight | Jay
Chapter Twenty-Nine | Delaney
Chapter Thirty | Jay
Delaney
Chapter Thirty-One | Jay
Delaney
Chapter Thirty-Two | Jay
Chapter Thirty-Three | Delaney
Chapter Thirty-Four | Jay
Chapter Thirty-Five | Roc
About the Author
Coming Soon
Nickel | Fallen Lords MC | Book 1 | Chapter 1 | Karmen
Dropkick My Heart | Powerhouse MA Series | Book 1 | Chapter 1 | Kellan
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Devil’s Knights Series:
Loving Lo
Finding Cyn
Gravel’s Road
Battling Troy
Gambler’s Longshot
Keeping Meg
Fighting Demon
Unraveling Fayth
Skid Row Kings Series:
DownShift
PowerShift
BangShift
Fallen Lords MC Series
Nickel
Pipe
Maniac
Wrecker
Boink
Clash (Coming March 29th)
Powerhouse MA Series
Dropkick My Heart
Love on the Mat
Black Belt in Love
Black Belt Knockout
Nitro Crew Series
Burndown
Holeshot
Redlight
Sweet Love Novellas
Sweet Burn
Five Alarm Donuts
Stand Alone Novellas
Kissing the Bad Boy
Daddin’ Ain’t Easy
Silas: A Scrooged Christmas
Wanting More
Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
About the Author
Coming Soon
1st Chapter of Nickel
1st Chapter of Dropkick My Heart
For my boys and my family. Thanks for always being there for me.
Nikki Horn.
Thanks for hanging with me no matter. You’re truly one of the good ones.
Chapter One
Delaney
“Is he dead?”
I crouched down next to Jay and took his pulse. “He appears to have just passed out. Do you have a glass of water or some smelling salts?”
The girl who I assumed was Frankie wrinkled her nose. “I can get the water for you, but last I checked, we aren’t in the eighteen hundreds where smelling salts were a must-need thing.”
“Water will do.”
Frankie didn’t move. “What did you say to him?”
I pressed my knees to the floor and sat back on my butt. “Just that I’m pregnant, and he’s the father.”
Her jaw slowly dropped and a low, “No,” came from her mouth.
“Yes. I’m certain of it.” Was it really that hard to believe I was pregnant? I had taken three tests at home and had already been to see an OBGYN.
I was pregnant, and Jay was the father.
“Are you sure you didn’t kill him? I’m pretty sure that would kill him.”
“Yes, I’m also certain of that. Could I get that water, please?” I could tell her ten times, over and over again, after she got me the water. I assumed Jay had passed out from the shock of my words, but I wanted to make sure it wasn’t because of all of the alcohol he had consumed. Lord knows that Jay was good at drinking.
“Water. Got it,” Frankie mumbled. She moved through the crowd of people to the kitchen.
I pressed the back of my hand to Jay’s forehead and sighed. If this was how he reacted when he found out I was pregnant, then he wasn’t going to be any help when I actually went into labor.
I had known I was pregnant for two weeks, but I just had a chance to tell Jay because he hadn’t been in town before now. Perhaps I could have broken the news to him a little more gently, but that wasn't really my style.
Why delay the inevitable?
“Here ya go.” Frankie thrust the glass to me and crouched down on the othe
r side of Jay. “Should we move him?”
I shook my head. “No. I’m certain he’s fine.” I flicked a couple of drops of water on his face, but he didn’t move.
“Shouldn’t he have woken up from that?”
I shrugged and poured a trickle of water on his face. Not the most professional thing to do, but I had to admit, it was fun.
Jay sputtered awake and jackknifed off the floor. He gasped, sucked in a huge breath of air, and swiped at his face. “What the hell?” he yelled.
“Dude, I thought you died,” Frankie laughed. I don’t think Jay was the only one who had been drinking.
“I’m not dead,” he insisted.
“Obviously,” she laughed. “Just having a baby,” she giggled.
“Baby?” he asked.
I guess he didn’t remember anything from before he passed out. “I’m Delaney.” Might as well as start from the beginning.
Jay weakly shook my hand. “Uh, hi.”
“Are you going to pass out on me again?” We were still on the side of the large living room, and no one really seemed to care that Jay had just passed out. You had to love the way people were at parties.
“I didn’t pass out.”
I rolled my eyes and stood. I held my hand out for him, but he brushed it aside and stood on his own. “Well, you must call having your eyes roll back in your head and hitting the floor something different than me.”
Frankie howled with laughter, and Jay scowled at me. “Remind me again why you’re here?” he growled.
Well, that was a bit of an asshole thing to say.
“I’ve been needing to talk to you, and I heard you were going to be at this party tonight.” The fact I had heard about it from my mother was something I wasn’t going to mention. Even I knew that was lame.
“I don’t think we know each other.”
Frankie snickered. “Pretty sure you know each other in the biblical sense.”
Jay glared at Frankie.
“Though that could be said about you and half of the girls here tonight,” she added.
I wrinkled my nose and shook my head. “Well, I’m not here to talk about that. I just wanted you to know I was pregnant and you’re the dad.” There. I had said it out loud for the second time.
“That’s not possible,” Jay insisted. “I don’t even know who you are.”
“She’s Delaney, and you boinked her.” Frankie busted out laughing again.
She wasn’t helping make this go any better.
“We met at a party on West Street about six weeks ago.”
“I’m pretty sure I would remember getting a chick pregnant.”
“You don’t know how any of this works, do you?” Frankie shook her head and clapped him on the shoulder. “It’s a good thing you’ve got a pretty face, Jay. I’m gonna go tell the rest of the guys we need to start calling you daddy.”
Frankie disappeared into the crowd, and Jay turned to look at me.
More like he glared at me.
He wasn’t happy. Not at all.
“We need to find a place to talk.”
I shrugged and looked around. “You tell me where.”
He grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the front door. “We can go to my place.”
I yanked on my arm and halted in my tracks. “You’re not driving.”
He rolled his eyes. “I know. I live two blocks away. We can walk.”
I pulled my keys out of my pocket. “I’ll drive us.”
He led me out of the house and down the front steps. “Where did you park?”
I took off down the sidewalk without a word. He was mad about having a baby, but that didn’t mean he needed to be a dick to me. I wasn’t exactly over the moon about this either, but it had happened, and now, we were going to be parents. End of story.
*
Jay
I had no idea who this chick was.
She wasn’t even my type.
She was smart.
Way smart.
Just from the way she talked, I knew she was way out of my league. She had a banging body on top of that. Not that she had any of it on display, but under her dark blue t-shirt and jeans, I knew she was stacked.
“Where are you going?” I had been admiring her ass in her jeans, and it didn’t dawn on me she was getting farther away.
She held up her keys and dangled them. “My car, Playboy.”
Playboy? That was one word I never expected to hear come out of her mouth. “My house is the other way. We might as well just walk.”
Lights flashed on a car in front of her. “No, because then I would have to walk back to get my car. In case it hasn’t sunk in yet, I’m pregnant, and walking in the dark by myself isn’t something I want to do.”
“You shouldn’t walk in the dark by yourself even if you weren’t pregnant.” Even my drunk brain knew that.
“I know. That’s why we’re going to take my car.”
Oh. “Good thinking.” My brain had finally caught up to what she was trying to tell me.
She rolled her eyes and opened the passenger door. “After you, Playboy.”
“I’m not sure I like your tune when you say that.”
She rolled her eyes again. “Pretty sure you mean tone.”
I pointed my finger at her. “That too.”
A small smile played on her lips, but she turned to the side before I could see the full-blown one. “Get in the car. It’s cold.”
“I have a coat in the house.” I hitched my thumb over my shoulder to where we had come from.
“I have heat in the car.” She rubbed her hands on her arms. “Get in so I can use it.”
“All right, fine,” I grumbled. I fell into the passenger seat, and she slammed the door. “What a piece of shit,” I mumbled. I was sitting in a nineteen ninety-two Cavalier that was obviously on its last leg. The seats were worn, the dash faded from the sun, and the headliner was saggy and hanging down.
“Buckle up,” Delaney ordered. She started the car and grabbed her own seatbelt.
“I can’t believe this thing started.”
She glared at me. “You have a problem with my car?”
I felt like I was about to walk through a minefield. Doing that drunk was not going to be good. “Uh, seems a little rough.” The car may have started, but it sure wasn’t smooth. The engine had a constant tick, and it idled real shitty.
She pulled away from the curb and hooked a right. “Where am I going?”
“Go two blocks. Third house on the left.”
She nodded and drove silently.
My head was still reeling trying to figure out what the hell was going on.
“If you are going to throw up, I can pull over.” Delaney was giving me some wicked side-eye and was slightly cringing.
“I’m good. I know how to hold my liquor.”
She curled her lip. “How wonderful.”
She pulled up in front of my house and killed the engine. “We can just talk in the car if you want,” she offered.
I shook my head and yanked on the door handle. “Nah, come inside.” We didn’t need to have this conversation sitting in her car.
She followed me up the sidewalk and stood behind me while I dug in my pocket to fish out my keys. “Need help?”
I glared at her over my shoulder. “I can handle it.” Just as soon as I figured out what key opened the door. Perhaps I had drank a little bit more than I thought. We were celebrating being half way through the race season, and I was imbibing the bottle of Jack Remy had brought when Delaney had knocked me flat on my ass. Literally.
After I figured out what key it was, I pushed open the door and flipped on the living room lights. “Have a seat. You want a drink or something?”
She shook her head and skirted around me to the couch. “I’m good.”
I could use six more beers and a shot of Tequila, but I could already tell Delaney didn’t think highly of me. “I’ll grab you a water,” I mumbled.
“Yo
u live here alone?” she asked.
I walked into the kitchen and pulled open the fridge. “Remy and Frankie live here, too, but since they both hooked up, they aren’t around much.” I grabbed two bottles of water and headed into the living room.
She was wandering the room looking around. “I figured you had to live with someone else. I don’t see you as the type to take pictures and actually print them off to put them in frames.”
I was slightly offended.
She was completely right, but the way she said it made it sound like not a good thing. “I’m on the go most of the time. Too busy to take many pictures.”
She nodded. “I bet,” she mumbled.
I didn’t like her tone at all. It felt like she was judging me and didn’t approve of me doing a damn thing. “You wanna have a seat?”
She grabbed the bottle of water I held out to her. “I suppose. I can’t stay long, though. I’ve got clinicals in the morning.”
“Clinicals?” I had no fucking clue what the hell that was. Sounded smart as hell, though.
“I assist residents at the hospital. Mainly ER, but I want to get into pediatrics.”
She talked like I knew what the hell that meant, too. “Uh, you lost me again.”
She rolled her eyes and sat down on the couch. “I’m in med school. Right now, I’m doing clinicals where I follow a doctor around to get hands-on experience and see what it’s really like to be a doctor.”
“You’re a doctor?” My jaw dropped, and all I could think was I somehow managed to bag a doctor.
“Not yet. I still have three more rotations and then I’ll be in my residency.”
I blinked slowly.
“I’ve got about four years before I’m a doctor,” she said plainly.
Now that, I understood. “Oh. That’s pretty cool.” And more than likely came with a hefty salary.
“Yeah, it’s cool, all right.”
“Even if you have a baby?”
She waved her hand. “Yes. It’s not like I’m sixteen and don’t have a clue about life. I’m twenty-nine years old and have been working for the past fifteen years of my life. I can handle a baby and my residency.”
This chick was smart as hell and didn’t seem to be terrified at all by the thought of having a baby. I, on the other hand, was ready to spill my cookies all over the floor, and I knew it wasn’t because of the Jack I had drank. “I think you’re a little bit ahead of me on this whole baby thing.”