He wouldn’t. Indie needed him with her. But the fuckerwouldgo to jail, and if he ever got out, Colt would personally make sure he went right back in.
He grabbed the remote and turned off the show. He wasn’t even sure what they’d put on. Some romantic comedy on Netflix. Indie had sent a questioning glance his way when he’d chosen it, but she loved that sort of stuff. Besides, it hadn’t mattered what they watched, he’d just wanted to hold her. Place a hand on her belly and imagine it swelling with their baby.
Gently, he slipped his arms behind her back and knees and lifted her into his chest.
Her soft hum made him want to hold her closer. Tighter. But then, Indie had always had a way of making every primal, protective instinct in him come to life.
In the bedroom, he laid her beneath the sheets. Her eyes fluttered open, and a small smile stretched her lips before she whispered, “Hey.”
“Hey, Cricket.” He lowered to the side of the bed. “How are you feeling?”
“Like I hit a doorframe with my head.”
A small growl vibrated from his chest. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t do that. This wasn’t on you.” She swallowed. “Today was crappy. Tomorrow will be better.”
“I hope so.”
“I know so.”
He lowered his head and kissed her temple. “Sleep. I’m just going to make sure everything’s locked up.”
Her eyes fluttered closed. “Don’t take long.”
“Nothing can keep me away from you for long.” He meant that. He loved her too much to lose her.
He waited for her breathing to even out before stepping out of the room and texting Jesse.
Colt: You’ve got eyes on Gordon, right?
Jesse: I do. He just got out of surgery for his foot. He’ll probably be in for another couple of days, maybe longer.
Colt’s jaw clenched. He wanted the man locked up, and he wanted him locked up today.
Jesse: As I mentioned at the hospital, he has a deputy stationed at his door and is cuffed to the bed. He’s not going anywhere.
So why did Colt have a pit in his gut?
Because today he’d seen Indie with a knife pressed to her skin, and it was something he’d take a long time recovering from.
Colt: Thanks.
He’d just finished locking up the house when his cell rang, his mother’s name on the screen. For a second, he considered not answering. But it was late. Really damn late. If she was calling, it had to be important.
“Hey, Mom.”
“Colt, Ben just woke me up to tell me they have Gordon, but you were attacked?”
He’d called Ben just so he was aware of what had happened. “Indie was attacked. But she’s okay. We both are.”
“Thank God! I was so worried.”
“He has a deputy on him now, and the second he’s out of the hospital, he’ll be locked up.”
“What a relief.” Emotion clogged his mother’s voice.
“How are you doing?”
