“Thank you,” I say instead.
His eyes narrow as he studies my face. “What’s wrong?” He steps closer, worry written all over his face. “Are you not feeling okay? Is something wrong with the little one?”
I quickly shake my head. “No, no. I’m feeling fine.”
His head tilts to the side. “Then what’s wrong?”
I don’t know if it’s the hormones or something else, but I just let the words fly. “I’m worried about all of this with Tucker. He’s getting more and more closed off. I’m worried he’s going to just disappear.”
He nods silently. He wraps his arms around me until I’m flush against his chest. I rest my head against the slick fabric of his coat.
Snowflakes flutter down around us as his hand runs up and down my back.
“I’ll talk to him,” he says quietly.
I tilt my head back so I can see him. “You don’t need to do that.”
He lets out a heavy exhale. “I think I might know what’s going on. He’s said enough little things over the years that I’ve pieced together.”
I don’t press him any further because it isn’t his story to tell, if what he thinks is even true.
“Thank you,” I say again.
“Of course.” He shifts his hands to my shoulders, stepping back a little. “I want you to know that no matter what happens with Tucker or even Warren, I’m not going anywhere. Even if this baby doesn’t end up being mine.” He swallows, like the thought makes him sick. “It isn’t going to change the fact that I care about you, and I’m here. I’ll still be here.”
I swipe at my face, hoping he thinks it’s because of the snowflakes peppering my cheeks and not a rogue tear that escaped my lashes.
How am I supposed to keep my distance from this man when he says things like that?
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
Grayson
My fist poundsagainst the door. I step back, rubbing my hands together.Fuck. It’s cold.This dickhead better answer the door in the next thirty seconds.
Just as those seconds are about to pass, Tucker swings his apartment door open. “What are you doing here?” he asks, clearly confused.
To his credit, I’ve never been here before.
“I wanted to talk to you.”
“About what?”
“Can I please come in first? My balls are going to freeze off out here.”
He hesitates for a beat before swinging the door open further.
I half-expect his place to be a mess, but it’s surprisingly tidy. It’s a modest space with very few personal touches.
I take off my coat, laying it over one of the chairs at the table. I sit down on the opposite side of the couch from him.
“What’s up?” he asks.
I pull my beanie off, running my fingers through my hair. “What’s going on with you?”
“What do you mean? Nothing’s going on with me.”
I tilt my head to the side because I know he’s not that dense. “Why are you acting the way you have been with her?”
