“You’re different people.”
Yeah, and that was probably part of what had driven Bonnie away. Indie had always wondered, if they were closer, would Bonnie have stayed? Would they have leaned on each other while going through the grief of losing their parents?
Noah squeezed her shoulder. “This is good, Indie. This is progress.”
She nodded. It was true.
Colt joined them, immediately wrapping an arm around Indie’s waist. “Ready to go?” His voice was gentle. Cautious even.
He’d kept an eye on her all afternoon. And when he wasn’t watching her, he was touching her. An arm around her waist. A hand on the small of her back.
She leaned into him. “Yeah, I’m ready.”
They went around and said goodbye to everyone, and by the time she slid into the passenger seat, she was exhausted. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes.
“You okay, Cricket?”
“Just tired.”
He squeezed her thigh, then turned on the car. When they got home, Colt put his hand on the door, but she touched his arm before he could get out.
“I should have asked,” she said softly. “Areyouokay?”
“I’m right where you are, Cricket. Nervous to test, and just as nervous not to.”
She studied his dark chocolate eyes. “I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
“I’ve made so much of this infertility aboutme. I was struggling so much that I never really checked in on you. But you wanted a child just as much as I did.”
He leaned toward her. “I did want a child. Istilldo. But more than that, I want you to be happy.”
“I don’t deserve you.”
“I think it’s the other way around.”
It wasn’t.
She turned and climbed out of the car. Inside, he closed and locked the door before heading into the kitchen. “Hungry?”
“After all that food at Aunt Pam’s? Definitely not.”
He chuckled. “I’ll make us some hot drinks.”
“I’m just going to change.” She slipped off her shoes and headed into the bedroom. She was about to take off her jeans when she stopped at the light breeze on her neck. Frowning, she turned.
The window was open. But there was no way her or Colt would have left it like that.
That meant—
A figure suddenly moved in the mirror behind her. She opened her mouth and screamed, but the sound was cut off by Gordon’s arm wrapping around her throat and the knife he pressed to her skin.
Colt crashed into the room, fear then pure rage cutting across his face.
Pregnant.Indie might be pregnant. It still didn’t feel real.
The doctor could tell them she wasn’t. And fuck, it would hurt.
