A part of Colt wanted to go with Jesse. Hear exactly what his deputies had to say firsthand. But then his gaze caught on Indie across the yard. She was watching him, and she was stilltoo damn pale.
She needed him.
Noah joined him, a frown on his face. “Hey. I saw Jesse leaving in a rush. What’s going on?”
“Gordon shot a deputy.”
Shock widened Noah’s eyes. “Shit!”
Yeah, shit.
Becket approached, and the guys updated him on what was going on. Everyone needed to know the details. The more eyes looking for Gordon, the better.
As they spoke, Colt watched Indie. Sky approached the women with a tray of prawns from the grill. That last bit of color drained from Indie’s face. Suddenly, she spun and jogged across the yard to the house.
Colt went after her, crashing inside and following her all the way to the bathroom. She dropped to her knees in front of the toilet and vomited.
He cursed as he knelt behind her, pulling her hair out of the way and rubbing gentle circles on her lower back.
That was it. He needed answers. Whether those answers were from her or a doctor, he didn’t care. But he needed themnow.
When she eased back, he helped her up and watched as she flushed the toilet and rinsed her mouth in the sink.
“What’s going on, Cricket?” he asked softly, gripping her hips from behind.
She took some deep breaths before lifting her head and looking at him in the mirror. “I don’t want to say it in case I’m wrong. God, I’m scared to eventhinkabout the possibility because hope can be so dangerous.” Her words sped up, each rushing into the next. “I got my hopes up every time, and every time they turned out to be wrong it hurt more and more. But I’ve been sick and tired and dizzy, and Martha said she hated coffee too and—”
“Indie.” He tightened his fingers on her hips, and she stopped. “Breathe.”
Her chest rose and fell.
“Just tell me what’s happening. Let me be in this with you.”
She swallowed, her gaze meeting his in the mirror, before those quiet words left her lips. “I think I might be pregnant.”
CHAPTER 25
Shock. Uncertainty. Concern. It all played over Colt’s face. And yeah, she felt it too.
“You think that because you’ve been sick?” he asked, voice quieter than a second ago.
“And tired. And off coffee. Then this morning, I got dizzy—”
“You got dizzy? Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I’m fine. Martha got me some water. I just stood up too fast.”
He took her hand and pulled her toward the door. “Let’s go.”
“Where?”
“To the doctor.”
“No.” She ground to a stop.
He turned back to her. “Yes. We need to know one way or another. We need to talk to a doctor and—”
“I’m scared.” Two words. They were said quietly, but God, they sounded loud in the small bathroom.
