Clara stood. “Indie, what is it?”
“It was Noah. He, uh, he’s coming home.”
“Oh my gosh, that’s great. So why don’t you look happy?”
Indie liked her brother. They had a good relationship, even though he was away ninety percent of the time. It was her sister she didn’t get along with.
“Colt’s coming home too,” Indie said quietly.
Clara frowned. They were both Marines but assigned to different units. Maybe their discharge dates had lined up.
“And Noah asked me how I’d feel about them reopening the old Wilderness Adventure Park together.”
“You’re joking.” She hadn’t even known the two men had remained in contact.
Indie shook her head. “I am not. He said he’d kill the idea if I don’t like it.”
“What did you say?”
“Nothing for the first ten seconds…then I said it was fine.”
“But it’snotfine.” In what universe would her brother and her ex starting a business together be fine?
“I was in shock. But even if I wasn’t, I shouldn’t be the one to stop them. If they both want to do it, then they want to do it. It has nothing to do with me.”
That wasn’t true, and they all knew it.
“It’ll be fine,” Indie repeated, as if trying to convince herself. Then she breathed out three words, the disbelief ringing through her voice. “Colt’s coming home.”
CHAPTER 33
Colt Reed watched the familiar streets pass outside the window.
Home. Finally. And not just for a short stay between missions. He was home for good.
He hadn’t told many people he was coming back. His mom, Noah…that was it. He’d tried to call Indie, but she hadn’t answered, just like she hadn’t answered any of his other calls over the last year.
But he was back now. And he was going to make things right with his wife.
His phone rang, and he didn’t need to look at the screen to know it was his mother. She’d known what time his flight got in, and even though he’d told her he was making a stop first, she’d probably call another couple times before he actually got to her place.
What would Indie say when he saw her tonight? She’d be surprised, but would she be happy?
His mind went back to the night she’d told him it was over. He still remembered the disbelief…the pain he’d felt in every muscle of his body.
He fuckinghatedremembering that. The tears in her eyes had gutted him.
There were so many things he wished he’d done differently that night.
Well, now he was planning to make up for it.
He pulled up on the street. Not directly in front of their house, but a house back. Why, exactly, he wasn’t sure. Maybe a part of him was scared that if she saw him coming, she might not answer the door.
Shit, that thought hurt. There’d once been a time she’d have run out of the house and jumped into his arms.
But that was before the strain of years of infertility combined with him being away for his job had taken its toll on them.
He scanned the exterior of the old house. Their second home. They’d bought it when Indie’s best friend and cousin had gotten sick. Or at least, that was the reason Indie had given for wanting to buy it. But there was a deeper reason…a reason he’d realized too late.
