“She seems happy. And safe.”
Indie nodded. “Good. That’s good.”
Noah’s brows flickered before he touched her knee. “Hey. Areyouokay?”
“Yeah. I just haven’t heard her voice in a long time, and I had so many questions, but she couldn’t wait to get off the phone with me.”
“I’m sure that’s not true.”
“It was.”
He squeezed her knee. “I’m going to get her home.”
“How?” The word was barely a whisper.
“I’m not sure yet. But I will. Trust me.”
She did. She trusted her brother with her life. It was her sister she was worried about.
CHAPTER 29
“We don’t have to go.”
Indie capped the blush stick and turned to look at Colt in the doorway. He stood, hands in his pockets, eyes intense as he watched her. “Of course we have to go. You, Noah, Randy, and his team have worked so hard to get the park ready. We’re not missing the opening party.”
“We’ve also worked hard to keep you safe.” He took a step toward her that almost felt predatory, his gaze lowering to her neck. The bruises were barely visible under the thick concealer.
“I’m sorry Jesse hasn’t found the guy yet.” Technicallyguys, plural…if you counted both the man who’d attacked her in the car and the guy he worked for.
She swallowed hard, trying not to let Colt see the fear. He had enough to deal with.
He closed that last bit of space between them to stand behind her, then he curved his arms around her waist. “I want this to be over. I want you to be safe and for us to not have to look over our shoulders every second of every day.” His palm flattened on her belly. “I want us to be able to focus on our family.”
She set a hand over his. “We will.”
“I hate him for this.”
Colt didn’t need to explain that “him” was his father. She knew. She turned and cupped his cheek. “I’m sorry.”
“You don’t need to be sorry about anything. You are the best thing in my life, Indie. You’re the reward for all the shit I’ve had to live through.” A small smile stretched his mouth. “You and Peanut.”
“Peanut? I thought the baby was Dumpling?” At least, that’s what he’d called them at their scan earlier that week. The one where they’d gotten to hear their baby’s heartbeat, and she’d cried so many tears she thought she’d never stop.
He lifted a shoulder. “I’m liking Peanut more. She’s pretty small.”
Indie’s heart thumped. “She?”
“I’m feeling girl.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. With green eyes. Beautiful long waves in her hair.”
If hearts could explode, that was exactly what hers would be doing. “I was kind of hoping for a boy with dark eyes.”
He lowered his head, his mouth hovering over hers. “That can be our second.”
Second…she could barely believe they were pregnant with a first. Two felt out of reach right now. But before she could overthink anything, he kissed her. And she sank into him. This man made her want to believe in the unbelievable. He made her want things that, a week ago, she’d been too scared to want.
