Free Resurrecting Ghosts (MC Romance) (Kings of Chaos Book 4) by Shyla Colt Page A

down to thin pink lips turned down at the corners. She’s pristine in a crisp white t-shirt she’s belted with a colorful scarf. The collar is starched to perfection and a thin silver cross catches the light.
    “Ruth. I didn’t know you were bringing a guest.”
    I clear my throat. “Hi, Mom. I told you I’d be bringing my boyfriend. This is Skull.”
    She frowns and gives him a slow once over.
    “Mrs. Gregg. It’s a pleasure,” he drawls. His dark gaze glints with the wildness that drew me to him.
    My mothers’ eyebrows disappear into her fringe of bangs.
    I cannot help it…I giggle.
    She steps back speechless and allows us to enter the two story home.
    “It’s about time!” Rochelle calls. She rounds the corner with her daughter, Rowan, in her arms. The dark haired girl with hazel eyes coos. With her fat cheeks and dimples showing, she holds out her arms.
    “Hey, Rowie.” I take her from my slack-jawed sister. “Rochelle, this is my boyfriend, Skull. Skull this is my baby sister and my niece, Rowan,” I say tickling the chubby bundle wriggling in my arms. “Aunt Ruthie missed you. Yes, she did.”
    Skull extends his hand. “Nice to meet you, Rochelle.”
    “Likewise,” my sister whispers.
    Her husband, Tim appears and looks from me to Skull before he offers his own hand. “Tim…grateful to have some testosterone in the house.”
    Skull laughs. “Skull, good to meet you man.”
    The ice breaks and I breathe a sigh of relief as I wink at Rochelle.
    What the hell? Rochelle mouths.
    Surprise, I mouth back.
    “Dinner is ready to serve now, if you girls will set the table,” my mother says.
    “Yes ma’am,” Rochelle says, wrapping an arm around my wrist as she pulls me through the room pausing in front of Tim. “Take Rowan, please.”
    “If Ruthie will relinquish her hold,” Tim says with a smile. “Hi Ruthie.”
    “Hey Tim, you can have her for now, but I expect her back.” I plant a huge kiss on Rowan’s cheek making her giggle. She wraps her arms around her father’s neck. I can’t help but picture Skull in the same position. I glance over my shoulder and find him enraptured with Rowan. Rochelle tugs me away ending my daydreams.
    “What the fuck?” Rochelle whispers.
    “Language, baby sister,” I tease.
    “Uh-uh. How long as this been going on?”
    “Six months, give or take.”
    “And you didn’t tell me?”
    “Wasn’t sure it was fun or something more.”
    “And now?” she asks, as she moves to the drawer that houses the silver wear.
    “It’s more.” I collect the napkins and fold them up the way my mother likes.
    “Enough that you’d bring him here knowing how our mother is?”
    “He’s going to be around,” I say with a shrug.
    “Look at me.”
    I glance up at her. “What?”
    “Holy shit, you’re pregnant, aren’t you?”
    “What?” I squeak.
    “Your skin is glowing, your knockers are more massive than usual. Damn!”
    “Shut up.” I glance nervously at the entrance to the kitchen.
    “Are you going to tell her today?” Rochelle whispers.
    “That’s the plan.”
    “She is going to have a freakin’ cow!”
    “I know.” I exhale. I tried my best not to disappoint my mother over the years. I always felt like I had to walk on eggshells around her. She never agreed with my choices, and had no problem being vocal about her distaste.
    “Are you happy?” Rochelle asks.
    “We’re trying to get there. It was unexpected and we’re sort of ass over kettle right now.”
    “I can imagine. My sister, the biker bitch,” Rochelle teases.
    “You are so annoying.”
    “But you love me, right?” she asks.
    “Yes, brat,” I say, soaking up the familiarity of our banter.
    “Whatever you decide, I’m behind you one-hundred. Mom may go off the rails, but it won’t last. She loves you, and she’ll adore any grandchildren that come her way.” Rochelle moves over and squeezes my arm. “Let’s get out there before your man loses his patience with the game