Whiskey Neat Read Online Lani Lynn Vale (Uncertain Saint’s MC #1)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Contemporary, Dark, MC, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Uncertain Saint's MC Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 78696 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
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He held out a file folder then grabbed a fork out of the drawer that held the silverware, then hunched down and scooped up a piece of cheesecake.

“These pregnancy cravings are a bitch,” Griffin supplied as he took the file folder from Mig.

“Good shit. Too bad it’s on the floor,” Mig said, pointing at the pile with his fork.

I smiled up at Mig, taking in his dark eyes, and black hair.

The black leather vest covering his shoulders denoted him a member of the Uncertain Saints MC.

Then I looked at his eyes and studied the black bags underneath.

“You okay, Mig?” I asked worriedly.

He scooped up another bite of cheesecake before answering.

“This case…it’s bad,” was his answer.

He didn’t expound and I didn’t ask.

I realized rather quickly that the easiest way to get along with him was to give him what he wanted instead of arguing about it.

“How’d your date with Annie go?” I asked instead.

He smiled. “Good.”

That was it, but that was all I needed.

The two of them had had fun, and there’d be more dating going on in the future.

“Hey,” Mig asked suddenly. “How’d your appointment go?”

Griffin’s eyes went to me, and he stared at me in concern.

I’d forgotten to tell him I had an appointment today, and the only reason Mig had known was because he’d seen me coming out of the hospital as he was going in.

“It went well. They didn’t do an MRI this time because I’m pregnant. They only did a blood test. It came back clean,” I answered quickly.

It’d come back clean every single time I’d had an MRI or any blood work done.

The bullet that’d entered my brain had taken out the mass on one fell swoop.

Even my doctor said he couldn’t have been more precise.

And I counted myself lucky.

The mass was gone.

I was healthy.

My baby was healthy.

I was married to the man I loved.

Speaking of the man I loved, Griffin looked at me like he wanted to spank me, and I smiled at him.

He narrowed his eyes.

“Alright, baby. I’ve got to go meet the boys. You want help cleaning this up before I go?” He asked, indicating the cheesecake.

I shook my head. “No, I’m going to finish what I want of it, then clean it up. I love you.”

He looked down at me for a long time, studying my face, the soft swell of my belly, and the cheesecake before he shook his head, squatted down, and kissed me silly.

“I love you, too.” He stopped, looking back at me. “And don’t think we won’t talk about how you forgot to tell me you had an appointment today.”

I grinned.

That conversation would prove to be…entertaining.

***

Griffin

Four months later

“Tanner,” I said to the marble headstone where my son’s body was laid to rest. “I’d like you to meet your baby brother, Aiden.”


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