Page 180 of Romeo

I considered ignoring him because my cousin had terrible timing and absolutely no respect for romance.

I answered anyway. “This better be good. I was busy.”

“Doing what?”

“Charming a beautiful woman.”

“Your hand don’t count.”

“Jealousy is ugly on you, cousin.”

“Find King.”

The change in his voice killed my smile.

I set my beer on the bar and glanced toward the hallway. King had disappeared into church alone a few minutes earlier. I hadn’t asked why. A closed church door generally meant he wanted privacy, and I had enough problems without volunteering for another one.

“He’s in church.”

“Then get your ass in there.”

“What happened?”

“Morgan finally told Dev everythin’.”

That could mean a hell of a lot. Morgan and Devlyn had known each other long before either woman became tangled up with bikers.

“And?”

“Sal is her daddy.”

My fingers tightened around the phone.

“Whose daddy?”

Gator let out an impatient breath. “Morgan’s, you couyon. Braesal O’Malley is Morgan Delany’s father.”

For once in my life, I had no smartass response.

King was Sal’s son.

Morgan was Sal’s daughter.

Holy fucking shit.

“The same Morgan?”

“Yeah.”

“Morgan Delany?”

“That would be her.”

“Holy fuck.” I ran my hand through my hair as I stared at the church doors.

“Yeah.”

“How long has she known?”