Jesse asked, “You get a license plate or description?”
“Guy was six two, brown hair, athletic build. License plate A-B-Q two-two-four.”
One of Jesse’s deputies wrote it down while Jesse nodded. “Appreciate it.”
Colt lowered in front of Indie again. “We’re going to the hospital.”
She touched a hand over her belly, eyes widening. “Do you think—”
“I think we shouldn’t worry, but it’s best just to get checked out.”
She nodded quickly before leaning into him, and he just spent another moment holding her.
CHAPTER 28
Colt climbed out of his Audi. The hospital was the last place he wanted to be. He should be home with Indie, making sure she was resting. But after what happened yesterday, he needed to talk to his father. He had words he needed the man to hear. Questions he needed answers to. Whether he’d get those answers though, he wasn’t sure.
The bruises on Indie’s neck were on constant replay in his mind. She’d told him she wasn’t in pain. But there was no way she wasn’t hurting. And he saw that in small moments when she thought he wasn’t watching. In subtle flickers of unease. In the way she cringed when she touched her neck.
He stepped inside and strode down the hall.
Everything about the previous day felt like a nightmare he couldn’t escape. Hell, everything involving his father from the last month and a half felt like a nightmare.
It was time for it to end…all of it.
He rounded a corner to see Jesse and one of his deputies standing outside a room. Jesse wore a grim expression, but then, Colt had expected it. Jesse didn’t want him here, but Colt had pushed. Thank fuck Jesse had agreed.
“You sure you want to do this?” Jesse asked, the second Colt stopped in front of him.
“No. I need to.”
Jesse’s brows drew together. “Can I trust you to be in there by yourself?”
“He’s cuffed to the bed. There’s not much he can do.”
“I’m not worried about him.”
“As much as I want to make him hurt for the things he’s done, I won’t.” But only because he couldn’t afford to be arrested when Indie needed him.
Jesse stared him down. “Okay. Go. But, Colt…be careful. He’s going to try to get a reaction out of you.”
Colt knew that. He was expecting it.
He pushed through the door to see his father on a bed in the center of the room, his right hand cuffed to the frame, his foot raised and bandaged.
Gordon’s brow lifted, almost looking amused. “You finally decided to come see your old man?”
“Who do you owe and how much do you owe them?”
His father sighed. “Not even a hello?”
“Answer the question, Gordon.”
“I take it they paid you a visit.”
Colt stepped forward, not feeling anything but revulsion for this man. “You know what I don’t understand? How did my mother ever see anything redeemable in you? How did she ever look at you and think, yes, this guy is someone I want to spend time with? Make a family with.Love. Because when I look at you, I see nothing but scum.”
“Your mother saw who Iwantedher to see. A good guy. Husband material.Fathermaterial. She had money. I didn’t.” He lifted a shoulder. “It’s as simple as that.”
