Discovering Me (Breakneck #4) Read Online Free Page A

thrown away or if someone took them for personal benefit. All I can do is offer a huge apology and pay to have her number changed.
    My feet drag the steps one by one. You never want to disappoint those you are closest to. I’m respectful and knock on her door, and then crack it open when she doesn’t say anything.
    She is curled up in a ball, fast asleep on her bed. Her eyes are puffy from the tears I caused, and my heart beat speeds up in anger. I’m angry with myself for taking our playful banter and joking too far. There are limits to everything and I have surpassed them this time around.
    “She’ll be fine,” Winter says from behind me.
    I turn around and give her the look. “You’re supposed to be in bed. Prez will shit his pants if he finds out you’re roaming the halls.”
    A loud sigh escapes her. “She came to talk to me earlier. I came down here to check on her is all. I’m allowed to walk a little bit, but not much.”
    I’m not going to pretend that I understand bed rest for pregnant women. I’m thankful I’m a dude. Women have those fucked up hormones and crazy pregnancies that make them immobile and shit. Fuck being a woman. Glad I was born with a dick.
    “Are you going to stay with her,” she asks.
    “I am. I’ll kick off my boots and cuddle her if you want,” I smart off. I don’t like to explain myself to anyone, not even our first lady.
    Winter gives me a disgusted face and walks off, and I shut the door. I walk to the bed, sit and kick off my boots and shrug out of my cut before tossing it onto the chair in the corner. This won’t be the first time I will sleep in the same bed as Piper. Hell, we do it all the time. We get high or drunk and fall asleep as we talk bullshit life. When we’re alone, we don’t have to be Sniper and Piper, the pranksters. Yeah, we love to live life to the fullest and not to be serious all the time, but we do have brains and we do use them.
    “I figured you’d come in here and make yourself at home,” she mumbles, half asleep.
    Smartass.
    “I’m sorry, Pipe. I’ll have your number changed,” I say as I lay down next to her and pull her body into mine.
    “I know you are. You’ll fix it. Now go to sleep.” She yawns so hard, her jaw pops.
    I bury my nose into her hair and sniff and she giggles and tries to jerk away from me. That giggle is how I can tell if we will be okay or not. I loosen my hold on her, bring a hand up to her nose, and squeeze. “Honk.”
    She turns to face me and her eyes crack open. “We’re fine, Snipe. No worries.”
    I study her face to make sure her giggle and her words are the truth.
    “Stop it. You’re freaking me out a little. You get playful when you’re uncomfortable with something. You think it hides your discomfort, but it doesn’t with me. Stop honking my nose and don’t study me. We’re fine. Promise.”
    I lean my forehead against hers and don’t take my eyes away from hers. “I’ll make sure when we’re pranking one another, I’ll think before I act.”
    Her eyes close and she nods her head, and our foreheads rub together. “Let’s go to sleep.”
    “You got it, darlin’.”
    What a fucking day. It is messed up how you can go from a kickass morning, and then the afternoon can take a turn for the worse in such a short amount of time. I’ll have to grovel and buy her a new helmet and leather for when she rides with me. She has to know how sorry I am, and if I have to buy her stuff to prove the seriousness of my apology, I will.
    Piper is one of a kind, and the thought of losing her is beyond any words I could come up with.
    “Never go to bed angry,” she whispers. “My grandma told me that once.”
    I’m confused. “Why?”
    She snuggles into my chest. “Not just with your spouse, but with anyone. She said going to bed angry makes you a resentful person.”
    Ah. “All right.”
    I don’t know what else I could say to that. I guess it makes sense in a way.
    My phone chimes in my pocket, and I