LAYLA'S POV
Harper finds me in my room three days later still replaying the feeling of Garrett's hand on my stomach and decides she's had enough.
She walks up to me and just says, "No."
"No what?"
"No to the oversized hoodie. No to the messy bun. No to whatever sad-girl-in-hiding outfit you're about to put on." She opens my closet and starts pulling things out. "It's Friday. There's a bar event. You're going."
"Harper–"
"You're going. And you're going to look like the woman who owns this clubhouse, not the woman who's been crying in it."
Twenty minutes later she's done my hair down and put me in a fitted top and jeans that I forgot I owned, and I look in the mirror and for the first time since I drove to Black Viper MC with a pregnancy test in my bag, I look like me.
We walk into t
