By the time Charlotte and I returned to Lawson Customs, the place looked nothing like the quiet workshop I had left earlier.
Motorcycles filled the parking area, members of the Iron Vipers stood around laughing, and families were gathered near the open garage doors.
Jace was in the middle of it all.
He had changed into a clean shirt, although the exhaustion from the quarry was still visible in his face, and he was talking with Derek and Mason while several of the younger club members celebrated around them.
I stopped beside my truck and Charlotte looked at me.
“You’re staring.” She said.
“I'm thinking.” I said.
“That's usually dangerous.” She said and I smiled.
“I need to tell him.” I said.
“About the baby?” She asked.
“Yes.” I said and she looked toward Jace.
“Then go.” She sai
