“No, we already knew,” I answered. “I got the genetic testing done with this one.”
I wanted to make sure I had zero surprises.
This baby had a helicopter mother already.
Poor thing.
The rest of the appointment was fairly routine, though Dr. Sanjay took her time and answered all of our questions.
By the time we were walking out of the hospital, I was feeling much better for some reason.
And worse, too.
Because at some point during the appointment, Boone had pulled away.
He hadn’t let go of my hand until I was getting dressed, but it was like he’d taken a step back mentally.
When we got to the parking lot where we’d have to go our separate ways, he stopped and studied me for a long time before speaking again.
“I’ll see you when I get off work,” he said, shoving his hands into his pocket instead of reaching for me like I so desperately wanted him to.
Giving me space.
The space I asked for…
“Bye,” I said softly.
His smile was strained, then he gestured toward my car. “Get in so I can leave.”
I rolled my eyes, and his lips twitched.
A little bit of the tension that’d been building since we’d left the doctor’s office dissipated.
I walked to my car and got in, locking the doors.
I backed out of my spot, and still he was standing there in his jeans and khaki shirt, still doing it for me.
The man could pull off many things, but seeing him in his park ranger getup? That had set me off the first time I’d seen him walk out fully dressed.
He looked so cute.
And boyishly happy.
Not today, though.
Not today.
Fifteen minutes later, I pulled up outside Margery’s place and got out.
I didn’t look toward the main house.
I never did.
Best to ignore that woman, or I might literally take the choice out of Boone’s hands and do it myself.
I knocked on the door to the cottage and waited.
When she finally came to the door, she was looking haggard.
