I was super excited about how it’d gone. Plus, as an added bonus, the job didn’t know anything about me because it was twenty minutes away from my hometown.
Just as I went to shift my weight from one foot to the other, a familiar vehicle rounded the bend of Great Dane’s.
I moved toward the truck and got in before he could even put it in Park.
He scowled at me.
I hid my smile, loving how grumpy he got when he didn’t get to open my door.
What a good man he was.
Well, he was when he was with me, anyway.
At the back of my mind, I still wondered if he was like Romeo. An escaped convict.
Though, I tried really hard not to think about Romeo and Mable, because if I did, it inevitably led into me thinking about my mother, and how I’d killed…
That scowl fell off his face when his phone rang.
My eyes went to the screen to see the name “Apollo” on it before Creed hit answer.
“Hey, Apollo,” Creed said in greeting. “Whatcha need?”
“Got an update on your sister,” Apollo said. “I thought about not telling you but…”
Creed tensed. “What is it?”
“She’s pregnant.”
There was a stunned moment of silence before I smiled wide and said, “Congratulations, Creed! You’re going to be a wonderful uncle.”
He would, too.
He was protective and attentive. He took care of me, and I wasn’t even his anything. I couldn’t imagine how protective he’d be of his own blood.
Creed turned to me, and I saw the utter devastation in his eyes.
“Sorry, didn’t know you had anyone in the truck with you,” Apollo murmured.
“It’s okay,” Creed croaked.
“I’ll, uh, call you back later,” Apollo said.
I hated that he’d hung up because of me.
“You can drop me off here, and I’ll stand outside while you talk to him,” I offered Creed.
He shook his head. “No. I’ll call him back later.”
I tried really hard.
I did.
But after about ten minutes of brooding silence, I said, “Is her being pregnant a bad thing?”
His fists clenched on the steering wheel so hard that I heard the leather creak.
“No,” he answered quietly. “It’s a good thing.”
