Instead of answering, I placed the baby monitor by Millie’s cot and then gestured toward the stairs. “We need to talk,” I whispered back. “I have a monitor in my room.”
Eyes wide, she nodded and followed me.
I waited until we reached my bedroom, and I closed the door, my body vibrating with tension.
“What’s going on?” Eilidh crossed her arms over her chest.
“Were you ever going to tell me about the cameras someone planted in your flat?”
Her brows drew together. “Walker?”
“Aye, he thought I knew.”
“You had enough on your plate.” She gestured to the baby monitor.
“Or you didn’t tell me because of … because of e-everything,” I sputtered angrily. “But this is bigger than that, Eilidh. This is your safety we’re talking about and my area of fucking expertise.”
“Don’t swear at me.” She strode past with a huff and reached for the bedroom door.
I wrapped a hand around her biceps, hauling her closer. “I’m going to find out who did this.”
Eilidh licked her lips as she searched my face. “Walker is on it. You just focus on Millie.”
My grip on her tightened as she attempted to pull away. “Stop acting like this isn’t a big deal. Someone violated your private space.”
“I know,” she hissed, yanking out of my hold. “I am well aware of that fact.”
“Talk to me, Eilidh. I don’t want you dealing with this alone.”
“I’m not.” Her expression closed. “My parents know. Lewis and Callie know. Walker knows. I have support.”
“I want to support you too.” My tone was almost pleading. After everything she’d done for me …
Eilidh backed up toward the door. “I don’t need that kind of support from you.”
Wow.
That fucking hurt more than I could say.
“Eilidh—” But my phone buzzed in my pocket, cutting me off. Cursing under my breath I pulled it out just as Eilidh opened the door to escape. The notification on the screen had me cursing out loud.
Whatever she heard in my voice stopped her in her tracks. “What is it?”
I tapped on the email.
About five gazillion emotions hit me at once as I read it.
“Fyfe … Fyfe, what is it?” Eilidh’s concerned question penetrated those five gazillion emotions.
“She’s mine,” I wheezed, my knees giving out as I stumbled onto my arse on the bed. “Millie’s my daughter.” Tears clouded my vision and I covered my face, trying to mask the magnitude of my reaction.
The bed depressed and I felt Eilidh’s leg nudge mine, her arm sliding across my back. A sob rattled in my chest as I attempted to hold it inside.
“And … you don’t want her?” Eilidh whispered.
I made an angry noise of denial.
She pressed closer. “You’re relieved?”
