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from foot-to-foot but kept her face neutral. Lately, the Bobs had been around Christopher more than they’d been around him since her arrival and she hated it. Those women commanded attention. A lot of them were gorgeous with hot bodies. Everyone knew they were exceptional at oral sex, too. They were brought out for the use of the brothers on special occasions. Those girls were interesting.
    Meggie had never seen a problem with being a housewife. But Kendall had a point. She needed her own skills to rely on herself if Christopher left her or cheated on her. For months, she’d been in a fog over losing Patrick. She’d gotten up and faced the world every day for Christopher’s and CJ’s sakes. But, at some point, her thoughts always wandered back to holding Patrick in her arms, sobbing against the stillness of his tiny body.
    Christopher had been there and folded her in his arms while she continued to hold their dead son.
    All she thought about was being the reason he was gone. She should’ve called Christopher when Kendall insisted on going to the Torps’ clubhouse. If she hadn’t been able to reach her husband, then she should’ve tried Johnnie or Mortician, one of them, to help her talk sense into Kendall. They would’ve more than talked sense into her. They would’ve forcibly kept her at the clubhouse.
    Kendall had wanted justice and Meggie understood that. Caroline deserved justice.
    With so much going on, Meggie hadn’t been thinking straight. Instead of being logical and enlisting help to keep Kendall contained, she’d gone with her.
    At the cost of the lives of two, innocent babies, including her own.
    With the rush and nonsense of the theme park behind her, Meggie felt at loose ends, a little embarrassed and inept. The simple fact was she enjoyed being a wife and a mother. To her, the most important job in the world was taking care of her husband and children, no matter who she was married to. But so many changes had taken place in her life over the past few months. She didn’t know what was right.
    As for Kendall, Johnnie had underestimated her fragile state of mind. She was still healing, so he needed to let her know things. She’d gone back to work on a limited basis and felt secure enough to express her opinions to everyone at the club, but he couldn’t expect her to suddenly be the same woman he’d met with the trauma she’d experienced and the years of emotional abuse she’d gone through.
    Somehow, Meggie needed to make him understand that, although she suspected he did. He just thought the position he’d taken with Kendall was the quickest way to help her. She’d convince Christopher to let Johnnie go back to Hawaii.
    Feeling antiquated, outdated, and weak, Meggie focused on the barman and slid her can of soda back to Dizzy. “I’d like a glass of wine.”
    Christopher’s brows snapped together and she narrowed her eyes. He scowled at her, but nodded to Dizzy. “Get her a fuckin’ wine,” he ordered, a muscle ticking in his jaw.
    Dizzy shrugged and poured Concorde Grape wine in a plastic cup.
    Accepting it, Meggie frowned. Maybe, she didn’t drink wine on a regular basis, but she knew it was supposed to be served in a certain type of glass.
    “Let’s get the fuck to a table, Megan,” Christopher growled.
    Sighing, Meggie followed her husband to a corner table, so small their knees brushed when she sat across from him. Dim lighting gave it an oddly intimate atmosphere. There was no music, just a low hum of conversation. From the looks of the men, this was a biker hangout, neutral territory. No more than four men in the entire bar wore the same colors. Some rockers on the cuts even identified out-of-town chapters. Then, it hit her. The Rally. They must be close to it.
    She sipped from the cup, the wine sweet and fruity tasting, not so bad. She gulped half the contents down.
    Immediate heat rushed through her and her head swirled, her eyes feeling as if they crossed. She giggled at the