No…no fucking way. “My motherstolethem?”
“Yes, but—”
“I’m going to talk to her.” He wasn’t just going to talk. He was going to yell and rage. He spun, but Indie grabbed his arm.
“Colt, no.”
“Yes! What did she do? Search the house?” Indie didn’t have to answer—the look on her face told him he was right.
“But,” Indie added, “she gave them back. And she apologized. And not just about the rings. She apologized for everything. I think she meant it. I don’t know if we can recover from everything that’s happened, but I’d like to try.”
The only thing stopping Colt from going out there and confronting his mother was the look on Indie’s face. The hope. She wanted things to be better with his mother.
He gripped her hips. “I hope forhersake she means it.”
Indie lifted her shoulder. “Only time will tell.”
He’d actually started to wonder if his mother was capable of loving anyone other than him and Ben. But then, this last week, she’d been different. Softer. She’d asked about Indie’s health and sounded like she honestly cared.
Indie’s hands curved around his neck. “So…she wants to have us over for a meal on Sunday.”
“Do you want to go?”
“How else am I going to find out if she and Ben are dating?”
Colt laughed. “It wouldn’t surprise me. I think my mother has loved Ben for a long time.”
Indie suddenly gasped. “Wait! She shouldn’t even have walked from her car to the house while Wade and Chester are still out there!”
“Actually—” Right on cue, his cell rang, interrupting him. He pulled it out to see that it was the call he’d been waiting for. “Jesse, do you have good news for me?”
“We have Chester Vane and Roman Korr at the station. We have a long list of reasons to keep them locked up, so they won’t be free men for a very long time.”
The very last bit of tension eased from his shoulders.
His father was dead, Chester and Roman were with the authorities, and Wade was no longer a deputy. They’d even found the nurse who’d shared the information about his mother’s room number and had charged her.
“Thank you,” Colt said.
“Just doing my job. Everything okay for you and Indie?”
He looked down at her perfect face, then over her shoulder at the sonogram on the coffee table. They’d seen their baby yesterday. Heard their heartbeat. Good didn’t even begin to describe how everything was. “It’s great.”
“Glad to hear. We’ll talk soon.”
“Everything okay?” Indie asked when he hung up.
“They have Chester and Roman.”
Her eyes closed, relief fluttering across her face. “Don’t pinch me. If I’m dreaming, I don’t want to wake up.”
“Indie.”
“Honestly. Things are too perfect right now. I can’t—”
“Indie.”
She opened her eyes.
