He was about to climb out of his truck when his phone lit up with a call from Toby.
Shit. He hadn’t called the other therapist since canceling his last appointment. Did he owe Toby more than that? Probably a conversation. But not right now, while he was feeling good. He’d do it later.
He climbed out and walked to the front door.
Jesse had run another background check on Jules, but again, nothing had shown up. She’d lived her entire life in Missoula before moving here to work at the park. She’d worked in a café for the previous five years. She was also divorced.
Inside, he turned to his alarm, only to stop.
It was off.
Thefuck? He never left home without turning it on.
Quietly, he slipped into his bedroom and took the Glock out of the bottom drawer beside the bed. Then, slowly, he crept back into the hall. He kept his back close to the wall and the Glock to his chest.
Someone had accessed his home. Who? Were they still here? And how the fuck had they turned off his alarm?
He stepped into the kitchen, only to stop at the crackle of plastic from his walk-in pantry.
What the hell were they doing?
With silent steps, he inched closer. When he reached the pantry, he spun, Glock raised and aimed.
The second he saw her, he lowered his weapon. “Indie?”
She didn’t turn. It was like she didn’t hear him.
Was she…organizing his pantry?
He tapped her on the shoulder, and she screeched, a packet of noodles flying into the air as she spun around. She pressed one hand on her pregnant belly and the other to her chest. “Noah! I think you almost sent me into labor.” She yanked out an earbud and glared at him likehe’ddone something wrong. “Do youknowhow dangerous it is to sneak up on a pregnant woman? Do you want to deliver a baby right now?”
“Indie…you broke into my house.”
“I did not. You gave me a key and the code for the alarm. I didn’t break anything.”
He scrubbed a hand over his face.Jesus Christ. “Next time…text.”
“I was going to, but then I got hungry. I came in looking for a snack, but your pantry looked like a war zone, so I got distracted.”
She’d broken into his house in an attempt to get a snack, only to reorganize his pantry? “Is this a pregnancy thing?”
She rolled her eyes. “It’s a my-brother’s-a-slob thing.” She lifted a bag of candy and stepped into his kitchen. “I found these. Since when do you eat candy?”
“I don’t. Addie bought them. She’s more of a chocolate person, but she switches to candy every so often.”
Indie glanced at the candy, then back at him. “Does that mean I can’t have any?”
He chuckled. “Open them. I’ll replace them.”
“Thank God. Last time I was denied candy, I cried. Apparently, pregnancy makes you irrationally emotional.” She ripped the bag open and popped a Swedish Fish into her mouth.
“Indie…what are you doing here?”
“I’m here to seeyou.” She dropped onto a stool and patted the one beside her.
He put the Glock on the counter before sitting. “I didn’t see your car.”
“Colt dropped me off.”
