Page 253 of Rogue Riders Duet

“What?”

“Alaina needs us all to feel better. She needs me, you, and Mason. So, we get our shit together and be good for her, and maybe we can be friends, even if you said you weren’t mine.”

“What are you even saying, Delacroix?”

He shrugs, but there’s a glint in his eye. “You’ll figure it out soon enough. Just know, I’m willing to work together to make her happy. I’m willing to share, if that’s what she needs. You’d better get on the same page.”

“Share as in…”

Luc just smirks. “Think about it.” I barely get a second to process that when he claps his hands. “But for now, I made appointments.”

“Appointments?” I echo, my head still spinning with what he just implied.

“For STD testing.”

“What the fuck?”

“Alaina and Mason are already on it. You and I are next.”

“Why would we?”

“Because you fucked her without a condom in the gondola like a fucking asshole,” Luc says without missing a beat. “And I expect more from you, Greer. If you want me to trust you with her, I want your A-game. No more mindless shit. This is too important. Instead of kicking your ass for it, I’m making you do this, so count yourself lucky.”

Shame crawls up the back of my neck. “Right.”

“We’re going to get tested to make sure you didn’t give her anything.”

“I haven’t slept with anyone since my fiancée,” I mutter.

Luc raises a brow. “That’s depressing but good for our situation. Still, I won’t chance her health. Will you?”

I shake my head fast. “Of course not.”

“Bonne.” He’s already turning on his heel. “Then it’s settled. Let’s go.”

I trail after him, feet moving while my mind runs in a hundred directions. I haven’t even thought about this. Not once. Not during. Not after.

How the fuck could I be so irresponsible?

I should’ve thought of this.

My stomach knots, and before I can stop myself, the question slips out.

“What about… pregnancy?”

Luc stops dead in the hallway and spins around so fast I nearly walk into him.

“You’re asking me that now, and not her before you bombed the gnarliest line without a helmet?” His voice is sharp, incredulous, but there’s a glint of something like disgusted amusement in his eyes. “Mon Dieu, you’re even more of a mess than I thought.” He throws up his hands. “Were you dropped on your head before or after the gondola, Greer?”

I flinch. I deserve that.

His voice flattens, a little darker now. “She can’t have kids. The crash took that option off the table.”

The floor shifts under me, even though I remember that she was loud about never wanting kids when she was seventeen. But people change, and she didn’t choose this. The choice was stolen from her.

“If that’s a problem…” Luc continues, his tone turning ice-cold, “… then walk. Walk the hell out of her life the second you’re done testing. Don’t waste a minute more of her time.”

I blink, shaken, but not by the news, but by how little it changes anything in me.