Chapter 181

Harley

My hands shake as I shut the door to the bathroom. Last night was crazy, people are sleeping everywhere at the clubhouse, and I venture to say I’m the only one who isn’t going to wake up with a hangover.

Acting like I was drinking, when I really wasn’t, was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. I don’t think I’ve ever realized how much people pay attention to refilling your glass. Pretty sure I killed a spot of grass out on the back yard, where I casually dumped all the alcohol I was given.

But, I couldn’t, in good conscience, drink. Not when I hold this test in my hand. Not when I already know the answer in my heart.

Opening the bathroom door, I take a look at Bishop laying in the bed we share at the clubhouse. He’s dead to the world, not knowing what the hell I’m doing. I haven’t told him my suspicions, because I’m scared to death.

We’ve been so careful.

Except for that one night.