She shook his and Randy’s hands. “It’s nice to meet you both.”
“You too.” Colt frowned. “Are you new in town?”
“I am, but I’m from Bozeman. A good excuse to try living in a new area and meeting some new people without going too far. Plus, I love this outdoorsy kind of stuff.”
Colt took in her makeup, the perfectly curled hair, and the fake long nails. Didn’t exactly screamoutdoorsy, but maybe he was wrong. “Well, it’s good to have you on the team.”
“Thanks. It’s good to be here.” She nibbled her lip and glanced behind her out the door. There was something about the way she did it, a hesitation that made Colt frown. Was she feeling uneasy?
Noah cleared his throat. “Would you like to go into the office? There are some drawers we can use as a makeshift desk.”
She chuckled. “Sure.”
Noah turned to Colt. “Want to join us?”
“I’m just going to take a walk around first.”
“Got it.”
The second the two of them disappeared into the office, Randy whistled quietly. “Watch those two. I see a little something-something in their future.”
Colt frowned. “What are you talking about?”
“You didn’t see it?” Randy shook his head. “Guess I’ve been watching too many of those rom-coms with the missus. I’m going to check on my guys.”
Colt’s gaze flashed back to the office door. No. It couldn’t be right. She was too young for Noah.
He stepped outside and his phone dinged with a text message.
Indie: I have to tell you something.
Shit. What was wrong?
Colt: Are you okay?
Indie: Yes, but your mom overheard me talking to Clara. She knows about the pregnancy. I’m sorry.
Colt: Why are you sorry?
Indie: Because you should have been able to tell her.
No. Not him—them. He’d planned for both of them to tell her together.
Colt: How’d she take it?
He waited a second for her response as he walked down the path. When it didn’t come through, he stopped.
Colt: You still there?
Nothing. Not even the dots to say she was responding. She might have gotten distracted with something or someone, but after the few weeks they’d had, he doubted she’d leave him hanging.
The sudden need to hear her voice drowned out every other concern.
He called her cell. It rang. No one answered. What the hell was going on?
He opened the Find My Friend app on his phone to see she was in the parking lot behind the print shop.
He was moving before he could stop himself, heading straight to his car. He didn’t care that he was probably overreacting. He didn’t care that his father was under watch at the hospital. Heneededto see her. He needed to know that she was okay.
