Firestorm (Sons of Templar MC #2)(79)

Keltan’s face turned tortured. “I was two trucks behind,” he said quietly.

Gwen let out a stifled sob. “Was it…did he...was it quick?” she choked out.

Keltan put his arms around her. “He didn’t feel a thing, Ace,” he said brokenly.

The room turned silent, with the sound of Gwen’s sobs breaking it every now and then. I didn’t know what to do so I just stared down at the envelope in my hands, wanting to rip it into a thousand pieces and also pore over every word it contained. I ran my hand over the messily scribbled ‘Ames’.

Suddenly Gwen’s sobbing stopped and she jerked upright. “You’re staying here for a while, aren’t you?” she shot at him, wiping her tears away.

Keltan grinned slightly. “Yeah G, I’m booked in at the hotel in town. I’ve got a few days here and then I’m heading up to LA to check out spaces.”

Gwen perked up. “Spaces?” she repeated.

“Yeah, me and some buddies are opening up a security business up there,” he explained.

Gwen paused for a moment. “You mean you’re out of the army?” she asked quietly.

Keltan nodded slowly. “It was well past time. It was one of the things Ian and I had planned before. We were getting out and setting up our own shop well away from any f*ckin’ deserts,” he said.

Gwen beamed. “That’s so fricking cool! You can come and visit, and Belle can have her Uncle Keltan make sure she doesn’t have a complete American accent,” she babbled excitedly.

“Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“And you’re not staying at a fricking hotel,” she continued on a frown.

“Of course not, he’s staying here,” I cut in and they both looked at me.

“I wouldn’t want to put you out,” Keltan said, “I’m perfectly happy with a hotel.”

I smiled at him. “You’re not putting me out. There’s heaps of room, and Gwen’s just going to insist you stay with her otherwise. Trust me, you don’t want to share a house with a screaming baby and a broody biker,” I teased as Gwen scowled at me.

Keltan looked at Gwen who had raised an eyebrow. He shook his head. “I’ll get my shit,” he muttered, defeated. He said a quick goodbye to us both and Gwen descended on me as soon as he closed the front door.

“You sure you don’t mind him staying, Ames?” she asked, looking concerned.

I waved my hand. “Of course not. He’s your family and I can’t subject him to hearing you and Cade having your crazy animal sex,” I said.

Gwen’s cheeks reddened. How could she pop out a kid and still blush over sex?

“It’s fine, he seems like a good guy. As long as you promise he’s not going to murder me in my sleep we’re good,” I told her jokingly.

“Who’s going to murder you in your sleep?” Brock barked.

I jumped. “Sheesh, we need to get you a bell or something. You’re light on your feet for a huge f*cking biker,” I said.

Brock scowled.

“She’s talking about Keltan—he’s staying here while he’s in town,” Gwen volunteered. “He was going to stay in a hotel. Could you imagine that?”

Brock stared at her a moment then glared at me. “Yeah, I can imagine that,” he muttered.

Uh-oh.

Gwen read the atmosphere. “You know what, we’re going to stay here too. Belle has a portable crib I can put in my old room and I want to spend as much time with Keltan as possible,” she said quickly.

I frowned. “That’s too much hassle.”

Gwen frowned back. “It’s not. Plus I won’t be doing any of the work. Cade will.” She winked at me. Her gaze went down to the letter in her hand and her expression turned serious.

“Can you watch Belle for a few minutes for me, Ames? I’ve gotta go take this outside,” she said quietly.

Brock stepped forward before I could get up. “I got her Gwen,” he told her, cradling the little baby in his huge arms.

Gwen gave him a small smile before coming up to me and squeezing my hand. I gave her a weak smile before she left the room.

I glanced up at Brock who had his eyes on Belle. I felt a slight pang at seeing him, in his cut, covered in tattoos, looking menacing as shit, directing a tender look at my niece. I ignored the fact that pang came from my empty womb. So not the time to get clucky, or wish for little Brock biker babies. Plus, you had to have sex to get pregnant.

“You volunteer to have a f*cking stranger stay in the house with you alone, Sparky?” Brock asked me quietly.

I clutched my letter in my hands. “He’s not a stranger, he’s Gwen’s childhood friend for f*ck’s sake. It’s not like I asked Ted Bundy to have a sleepover,” I argued.

“Jesus, Amy.” He shook his head.

“What, Brock? Have you got something to say?” I prompted, daring him to bring up the subject we had danced around the past week. He stared at me, his eyes blazing.

Before he could open his mouth Cade shot through the door. I hadn’t even heard his bike. Fuck, were these guys going to stealth school or some shit?

He registered Belle in Brock’s arms and gave him a chin lift. “You good with her for a bit longer brother?” he asked roughly.