Free The Rockers' Babies (The Rocker... Series) by Terri Anne Browning Page A

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    fingers itching to pick it up and at least text my girl if not actually call her. I was nearly sick with the need to talk to her in some way. Muttering a curse I finally gave in and grabbed my phone.
    “Who had eleven?” Jesse called out, smirking when he saw that I was texting away like a mad man.
    “Damn it!” Devlin yelled. “I had midnight. Fucker, you couldn’t wait another hour?”
    I barely raised my eyes from the text I was getting ready to send to Harper. “What are you talking
    about?”
    “We had a bet that you couldn’t go all night without talking to her,” Drake informed me, taking a drink
    from his can of Dr. Pepper. “I had five-thirty.”
    “I win!” Nik stood, holding his hand out to the men sitting around him. “Cough it up, bitches.”
    “How much did you win?” I demanded.
    “We all bet five,” Drake said, pulling his wallet out and reaching for the cash he owed.
    “Five hundred?” It wouldn’t have surprised me if it had even been five thousand. My friends were
    idiots like that sometimes when we got together.
    “No, stupid. Five bucks. No way am I wasting five hundred on your ass. I love you, little bro, but Angel would kick my ass.”
    “She spends that much on shoes, man,” Jesse scoffed. “Before she married you, my credit card
    statements were three pages of shoe stores alone.”
    “Only three pages?” Drake grinned. “She really likes shoes. And I’m really weak when it comes to
    seeing her in them and nothing else. So she can bleed the bank dry buying all the damn shoes she wants.”

    Emmie
    I awoke before dawn, knowing that I had a million and one things to do so that Harper and Shane
    wouldn’t have to worry about them.
    The wedding planner that I had hired to attempt to make my life a little easier planning the wedding was
    already waiting for me at Swiss Park Banquet Center. When we had been looking for venues for the
    wedding, Harper had fallen in love with the garden and gazebo outside. A team of thirty was already getting the white chairs set up, as well as the flowers and arbor in front of the gazebo.
    Once I was sure everything was the way Harper had said she wanted it, I headed inside to the banquet
    hall to check on the tables and decorations. I was fighting my nausea, but I wasn’t going to let it stop me from making this the best day of Shane’s and Harper’s life.
    It took three hours for me to get everything just right. Once the cake was in place I headed for the
    rooms that we were using to get ready for the wedding. It was nearly noon and I was expecting the girls to
    arrive before the guys. The limo should have already picked them up about an hour ago, but with traffic
    they should be arriving any time now.
    “Momma!”
    I turned at the sound of Mia calling my name. She was holding Lana’s hand as they walked toward me.
    I crouched down to give my baby some sugar before straightening to face Lana. When I saw her frown I
    knew something was wrong. “What?” I demanded.
    “Harper’s stepdad just called me. Cecil said that the bitch twins have found out where the wedding is
    and most likely will crash the party.” She rubbed a hand over her pregnant belly, looking as stressed as I
    suddenly felt.
    When Harper had given me the list of guests to invite she had told me that under no circumstances were
    her mother, father, or stepsister to be invited. Harper didn’t even talk to her mother or stepsister anymore.
    Her father only called once in a blue moon. All caused her trouble and heartache, and I sure as hell wasn’t going to let them ruin Harper’s day.
    “Okay, I’ll deal with it,” I assured her. “Where is Harper?”
    “She’s getting her hair done. The stylist is taking good care of her, don’t worry.” Lana offered her hand
    to Mia. “Let’s go, brat.”
    “I’m not the brat, Aunt Lana. You are.”
    “You’re as sassy as your momma. I should swat your butt.”
    “No way!” Mia giggled when Lana took a mock step