Edge Of Fear (Arrow's Edge MC Book 4) Freya Barker (8 ebook reader TXT) 📖

some solid ground under my feet, it turns out to be quicksand. The landscape keeps changing on me before I have a chance to adjust to it.

All I want is…

God, I don’t even know what I want anymore.

Van, who jumped on the bed with me, shoves his nose under my arm, whimpering. I’m even driving the dog crazy.

“It’s okay,” I mumble, as he tries to get to my wet face.

Suddenly his head snaps up and his tail starts thumping on the mattress, moments before the door opens and Tse walks in. He takes one look at me and shoos the dog off the bed, taking the vacant spot, and hauling me into his arms.

“You gotta calm down, Fee,” he mumbles, rubbing a big hand up and down my back.

“What are you doing here?” I finally manage to calm myself down enough to say.

“Duff called me. Said you needed me.”

I lift my head from his shoulder and look at him.

“And you dropped everything.” It’s not so much a question as it is a conclusion.

“Babe…” he drawls, an eyebrow raised.

I instantly feel ashamed for causing drama. He’s been nothing but steady, despite my folks’ constant presence and my mood swings.

“I’m a mess.”

One side of his mouth lifts in a smirk.

“Yeah,” he confirms with brutal honesty. “But you’ll get your shit together. Give it time.”

Even that—not offering to fix things for me, but trusting me to fix myself—is a testament to what a good guy he is.

“Thank you.”

I lean in and brush his lips with mine, but when I pull back, his hand cups the back of my head and he deepens the kiss. We’re lying in bed—wandering hands and legs and tongues tangled—it heats up quickly, and if Van hadn’t let out a soft woof alerting us, Blossom walking in might’ve been embarrassing.

“We’re heading out,” she announces from the doorway.

I scramble from the bed and fling myself in her arms.

“Don’t. I’m so sorry for snapping at you. I’ve not been—”

“Hush, baby-girl,” she interrupts, placing a cool hand against my cheek. “Your father’s been itching to get on the road and Bianca is starting to wonder what’s keeping us.”

Because it’s still very early, I didn’t want to announce my pregnancy yet. Not until I have a chance to get used to the idea myself anyway. Blossom may not have any boundaries, but is a vault when it comes to secrets. I hope she can keep my father in check, because if anyone’s going to let it slip it’ll be him.

“I’m sorry,” I repeat.

“None of that. We’ll swing back this way after we hit Vegas before the snow falls.”

Only twenty minutes later I stand tucked under Tse’s arm—a show of silent support I’m grateful for—waving as my parents’ deathtrap on wheels rumbles down my driveway. When they disappear from sight, Tse curls me into his body and tips up my chin with a finger.

“Go get cleaned up, Fee. We’ve got a stop to make before I drop you off at work.”

I’m grateful for that too. Not pampering me but instead steering me firmly to a familiar routine. I lift up on my toes and kiss him lightly. Then he lets me go and I head inside.

“Where are we going?”

Van’s big head is sticking between the front seats, his eyes on the road ahead. He loves riding in the car.

“Brick called yesterday. He found a truck that checks all the boxes on my wish list at a dealership in town.”

“He couldn’t fix the old one?”

His dark eyes turn to me.

“Babe. That one was toast before it broke down. He’s been keeping an eye out for a while, but I told him a few days ago to put a rush on it.”

“Oh.”

I glance out the side window. I’m not sure what it means. We’ve been doing fine with just the Jeep since he has his bike as well. Unless he’s planning to go back to the clubhouse, which would make sharing a vehicle a bit of a challenge. I noticed last night his clothes are still in his duffel bag on the floor of my closet. I even made room for him, also freed up a couple of drawers in the dresser, but the bag remains on the floor.

“Stop.” I swivel around to find him glaring at me. “Whatever’s going around that head of yours, making you look like someone kicked your puppy. Just stop.”

I try, I really do, but when we pull into the car dealership just half a mile up the road from the restaurant. I’m near tears. Again. If this is what pregnancy does to me—turning me into an emotional mess—I’m not a fan.

Tse holds my hand as we walk to the showroom when an older man intercepts us.

“You must be Tse?” he says, holding out a hand. “Brick said you’d stop by this morning. I’m Ted. It’s right over here.”

The ‘it’ he’s referring to is a deep burgundy crew cab pickup truck with a Honda logo on the grill. Brand-new from the looks of it. It’s very pretty—as pickup trucks go—and although not huge, like some monsters you see on the road, it looks roomy.

Tse lets go of my hand and walks around the vehicle before he opens the passenger door for me.

“Hop in.”

I glance over at the salesman, who nods, before getting in. Tse rounds the front of the truck and gets behind the wheel, closing the door.

“Like the color?” He twists toward me, dropping his arm on the back of my seat. “They have one in black in stock as well, but Brick suggested I ask you.”

“It’s your truck. You should decide.”

He reaches for the hank of hair that keeps slipping from behind my ear and tugs it.

“Don’t care other than it’s functional, a safe ride, and fits a baby seat. Your ass is gonna be in it a lot, so pick the color.”

I’m such an idiot.

“Red. I like the red,” I tell him, the first tear rolling down my face.

“Fuck me,” Tse mumbles, tilting his head back to look