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“Since someone made me realize there has to be more to my life than being his keeper.”

“Sounds like a smart woman,” he says with a smile and I nod.

“Yes, she is.”

He nods and turns toward the hallway to go find Chance. “Good luck.”

“Who says I need luck?”

“That determined look on your face says it all,” he answers with a laugh. “Stubborn ass women will do that to you every time.”

I shake my head as he disappears into the hallway and I turn toward the door, ready to bulldoze my way into her house if I have to. On my way out to the truck, I dial her number again one last time and her voice mail picks up almost immediately. I pull the phone away from my ear and hang up.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” I whisper, staring down at the screen. “You’re screening my calls now, gorgeous?”

I climb in the truck and as she fires to life, Die a Happy Man by Thomas Rhett starts playing over the radio.

Shit.

She’s taken over my life in every single way and I have no clue what I’ll do if I lose her, which is the thought that’s been plaguing me since the baby shower. Maybe she got a taste of my world and decided that it wasn’t for her. I shake my head before backing out of the spot and driving out of the parking lot.

I know the club isn’t a traditional version of family but they’ll be there through thick and thin, they’ll always have my back, and they’ll welcome Quinn and Brooklyn in without hesitation. If that’s what is going on, if she’s having doubts about the club, I just have to make her see how great it could be to have people to call on for anything.

As I pull up in front of her house, I let out a breath and put the truck in park before climbing out. I don’t even make it to the first step before Alice steps out of the house and crosses her arms over her chest.

“What are you doing here, Lucas?”

“I’m here to see Quinn.”

She shakes her head. “She’s still sick.”

“Okay, well, let me in to see her. I’ve been worried.”

“She doesn’t want you to come in,” she answers. A look of sympathy flashes across her face before she steps forward, further blocking my way.

“Alice, what the fuck is going on? I don’t believe that she’s sick.”

Alice shrugs. “Well, she is and she wants to be left alone.”

“Quinn!” I yell, stepping back to look up at the windows on the top floor. I swear the curtains move just a fraction of an inch in her bedroom. “Quinn!”

“Stop, Lucas,” Alice hisses. “I’m sorry but you need to leave.”

I shake my head as I meet her gaze. “I just want to talk to her.”

“She’ll talk to you when she’s ready.”

Fuck.

I knew there was more going on here.

“Will you please tell me what the fuck is going on?”

She shakes her head. “I can’t. She’ll contact you when she’s ready to talk.”

“What the hell do you mean…”

Alice marches down the step and gives me a little shove, pushing me away from the house. “You need to go, Lucas. Before I call the cops.”