“My poor wife,” Colt said. “I feel like I’m killing her with that baby. God, I’ll never have another one if she makes it through this.”
Tammy patted his forearm. “Women have been doing this for a while Colt, she’s a tough gal. You just have big babies.”
He sighed and nodded watching the road in front of them. “I just don’t remember it being this hard the first time. She’s so uncomfortable. I called Jacob over in the middle of the night on Sunday because she just couldn’t get comfortable.”
“What did he say?”
Colt flicked her a glance. “He laughed at me. Told me to just give her a hot bath and quit worrying so much.”
She snickered and slapped a hand over her mouth.
“Yeah, you too,” he added irritably.
Lance turned and looked out the side window to hide his own smile.
“I know you just love her and want to make sure she’s okay. I think it’s really sweet.”
He scowled not feeling her compliment.
She spared a look at Lance who seemed close to laughing himself.
They dropped her off at her apartment, and Lance carried her luggage upstairs for her while Colt waited downstairs. “I’ll call you later.”
“Will you?”
He looked confused. “Tammy, what is going on with you?”
She took a deep breath and let it out slow. “I—just—well, oh for heaven’s sake Lance, are we or aren’t we?”
He tilted his head, still confused. Then his expression flattened as it finally dawned on him. “Jesus Tam, what do you think I am?”
She shrugged.
“You think that I just used you for a good time and now I have no need for you? Christ, I could have had any woman for a good time in New York.”
That didn’t affect her the way it should. It made her feel worse. He saw that.
“I meant, I’m not that desperate as to seduce a family friend. I really like you.”
Like?“I just don’t know. I have a busy schedule.”
His brows rose and he stared at her for a full minute. “I see. Are you saying you don’t want to continue?”
Is it possible to have your heart physically shatter and still breathe? “It just seems a little unreal. I have three jobs—“
“Give one up then.”
“I can’t.”
“Can’t or won’t?”
“Won’t.”
He stared at her for a moment looking completely staggered. Gosh, even now he was so masculinity beautiful, but still, she knew she had to do this. Lance was, and always will be, way out of her league. Her stomach was in knots, her heart broken, but she had to think of herself. She had to survive.
Finally he nodded. “This isn’t right—the way you’re going about this. You know it isn’t.”
“This won’t work.”
