“I don’t know yet. I think I’m done with the cold, so probably somewhere down south. Kia has this small town that she loves. I might go there.”
“Greer, I think this is a mistake.”
If only it were. “We’ll talk later. I have another phone call to make.”
“Okay. We’ll talk soon.”
I click off and set the phone down for a moment to take a sip of tea. The shivers have almost disappeared. The exhaustion is real. I feel like I ran a marathon—at least this is what I would think a marathon would feel like if I ever took up running, which I won’t.
“What do you mean you’re moving? And what did you mean by we aren’t a couple? Weren’t you talking to Bram?”
The boy is so much more inquisitive than his father. “Yes, I am moving. Yes, I was speaking to Bram. And what do you think I meant?”
“I think Bram was asking if you and Dad were dating, and you said no.”
“Exactly.”
“Did we make a mistake?”
The hesitation and shock in Creed’s voice almost make me feel bad for him. “I don’t think I’m going to answer that. Not now. I’m sick of trying to convince men to love me. I’m tired of not being enough for them to fight for. A woman has her limits. I hit mine with Darrel after years of trying to give him the baby he wanted. And I hit mine yesterday—”
“Leech is here.”
How long has Havoc been standing in the doorway listening? I don’t even care. My eyes go to the doctor behind him. That man is FINE!!! Winnie would drool for days.
Leech steps forward, carrying a large bag. “Hello, I heard you were feeling a bit chilly.” There’s a friendly, professional smile on his face. “Havoc said you’re almost six months pregnant.” He sets his bag down on a chair and peels off his jacket.
Yeah, she definitely likes the well-muscled, brainy type. “I am. I was concerned that the baby might not have survived, but I just felt him move.”
“That’s a great sign. Let’s get you set up on the monitor while I check you out. Are you feeling any numbness or tingling…”
***
“Everything looks good. The baby’s heartbeat is nice and strong and steady. I do believe you made it out of your adventure relatively unscathed.”
“And with a tale to tell my friend.” I manage to smile and joke about one of the most painful nights of my life. This one is worse than Darrel.
“Exactly. If you start feeling anything odd or if something concerns you, just give me a call. I love any excuse to hop on my snowmobile.”
“Thank you, I think my regular doctors can take it from here.” I hold out a slip of paper that Creed gave me while we were waiting for Leech to monitor the baby. “You can call this number, and my lawyer will ensure that you are paid.”
“No payment needed.” He holds out a flat palm to me and looks at Havoc. “Everything has already been taken care of.”
“I must insist on paying my own bills.” There’s no way I want Havoc making up stories about this.
“Um.”
“I insist. Thank you so much for coming out to check on my son and me.”
“Havoc, what nonsense is this?” Bram shouts as he storms inside the house.
“This is my cue to leave.” Leech grabs his bag and strides out.
“She’s in here,” Havoc stares at me as he calls out.
“She?” Bram stops short at the bedroom doorway and stops short. “What happened to Greer? Why is she in your bed?”
“Your woman was unable—”
