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Bumpy Ride

Iron Tornadoes MC, Book 7

I follow her into her tiny bathroom. Standing behind her, I look at her face in the mirror while she wipes a bit of toothpaste foam from the corner of her mouth.

“There's something really wrong here.”

“Yeah, I know,” she says. “I've turned into a blimp.” She shrugs sadly, and I wish for the words to tell her how magnificent and desirable she is. But then I realize actions speak louder than words. . . 

You’d think I’d know better.

Better than to fall for a biker, and one from a different MC.

Better than to get knocked up by a Nomad who vanished without a trace.

Better than to try and hide it from my family.