Clara lifted a shoulder. “I don’t know, a flirty one that I somehow missed. Anyway, he spends the entire dinner eyeingthis guy like he’s about to wage a war against him. I get annoyed, tell him he’s overreacting. Then when I go to the bathroom, the waiter hands me his number.”
Indie almost choked on her tea. “What?Holden’s a million feet tall and all muscle. What was he thinking?”
“I know! And I was so mad becausehewas right and I was wrong. I didn’t talk to him for a full hour.”
Indie laughed. It wasn’t the worst thing to fight about. “I’m sorry. Kind of cute that he was so overprotective though.”
“Yeah. And we did havereallygood makeup sex later that night.”
“Sounds like you should fight more often.”
“You know, I was thinking the same thing.” Clara sipped her sweet tea. “Tell me about you. How’s your head?”
Indie swallowed. “My head’s good.” It had been a week since the attack. She’d rested a lot during that time and was finally feeling ready to be out and about, especially now that she didn’t have to worry about Gordon. “Actually, there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you. I didn’t earlier because there was so much going on with Gordon and my concussion, and there were often other people around when I saw you.”
Clara set her glass onto the table, a frown between her brows. “What?”
“I’m pregnant.”
Her mouth dropped. “No.”
“Yes.”
“Yes?”
“Mm-hmm.”
Suddenly, Clara screamed before jumping out of the booth, rounding the table, and throwing her arms around Indie. “I’m so happy for you!”
“Thank you.”
“I can’t believe you let me go on about that waiter and makeup sex when you were sitting on this information!”
Indie chuckled. “Hey, I liked that story.”
When Clara pulled back, she had tears in her eyes. “You’re really pregnant?”
“Really, really. But it’s early. I’m still in my first trimester.”
“But there’s a baby growing in there.”
Clara’s tears made wetness fill Indie’s eyes. “I don’t know how.”
“Because Colt’s home. Because you love each other. Because things are right in the world.”
“Now that Gordon’s been arrested, it kind of feels that way.”
“How else are you feeling?”
“A mix of happy and shocked and sick and scared.”
Clara frowned. “Why scared?”
“Because there’s a reason women aren’t supposed to tell people in their first trimester. The chance of miscarriage—”
“No. Don’t say that. Don’t eventhinkit. You are safe. Yourbabyis safe.”
“You can’t promise me that.”
