Free Hell Ride: An MC Biker Romance (Free Guns MC) by Joanna Wilson Page B

into a brown, patterned armchair in the corner of the living room. Brown seemed to be one of Mindy’s favorite colors, if the brown bear rug, brown leather sectional, and oak television stand were any indication. From the slightly darker than honey walls to the moose side table and lamp, everything was in a shade of brown.
     
    Turning her eyes away from the decor, Kat watched Mindy through the open doorway leading to the brown kitchen. She listened to doors being opened, glasses being clinked together, and something being poured. A second later, Mindy emerged with a tray held between her hands with an artfully arranged plate of what smelled like lemon cookies and two tall glasses of iced sweet tea.
     
    “Here you go, Kat.” Mindy set the tray down on a side table and passed her the glass of tea, while holding the plate out for her. “You must be starving from the drive.”
     
    Kat was a lot of things, but hungry ranked among the top three. So, she accepted the tea and grabbed a few cookies, not ashamed to indulge herself. “You have no idea. I eat constantly, yet I’m always hungry.”
     
    “Well, you are eating for two,” Mindy said with a sad smile. Her eyes lingered a second longer on Kat’s pregnant stomach before she looked away and took a sip of her own tea.
     
    Pausing with the tea halfway to her lips, Kat winced. She covered the move quickly with a strained smile and a sip of iced tea. Mindy and Jamison had never been able to have kids. All the bikers who had been there when Mindy was injured in the accident knew that. Kat hadn’t even thought about telling her she was pregnant during their frequent phone calls. She was worried what type of impact her state would have on Mindy. The woman had lost too much in her short time. She didn’t need to be reminded of those losses.
     
    Tears sprung to Kat’s eyes. The hormones that she still couldn’t deal with were taking over. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you I was pregnant. It was stupid not to tell you.”
     
    Mindy’s eyes went wide and she set her glass down and rushed over to Kat. “Sweetheart, no. It’s alright. I was just surprised is all. With everything that has happened…” Her eyes darted away and pain flashed across her features before she masked it. “I’m happy for you, Kat. Truly I am.”
     
    A knock on the door interrupted the women. Kat dabbed at her eyes, then Mindy helped her from the chair. Together the women went to the front door and opened it.
     
    Solomon Parker stood on the threshold in a different outfit entirely. His damp hair was slicked back from his face. He now wore a pair of faded blue jeans and a tight, dark green t-shirt. A pair of cool sunglasses perched on his nose.
     
    “Mindy. Kat.”
     
    Kat turned and looked at Mindy. She watched Mindy’s knuckles turned white, as she gripped the knob. It was no secret that Mindy hated Solomon’s guts. She’d been convinced Solomon killed her husband. Even when the evidence had proven differently, she’d still held a grudge against the man.
     
    “You’re not welcome here,” Mindy growled. Her hand was poised to slam the door shut in his face.
     
    With a quick flash of irritation, Solomon yanked off his glasses and narrowed his eyes at Mindy. “I ain’t here for you.”
     
    Kat suppressed a shiver, as his thick accent invaded her body. How long has it been since I’ve heard that growl? It was the same voice Solomon had used in the bedroom, the vibrations doing funny things to her insides.
     
    In a second flat, Kat went from teary-eyed to horny as hell, complete with stiff nipples and damp panties. Lord! I wish I didn’t have these damn hormones!
     
    “He’s here for me, Mindy.” Kat turned and smiled reassuringly at her friend. “It’s fine.”
     
    Giving her friend a quick squeeze, Kat stepped out onto the weathered, white porch; but, she was stopped by a strong, callused hand on her arms.
     
    “Keys.”
     
    Cocking her head at Solomon, Kat gave