INDIE: That’s nice of her. You won’t have much to pack—just the heavy lifting
BEAU: You better be joking
INDIE: I can pack things Beau
BEAU: You’re supposed to be taking it easy
INDIE: And what? Die of boredom?
BEAU: No, you’re supposed to rest and just be a goddess growing our baby
BEAU: Also how are you supposed to ogle me flexing and squatting while I pack if you’ve already done it?
INDIE: There’s still all that lifting.
BEAU: Seriously, Stunner, don’t make me worry
INDIE: There’s nothing to worry about
Rolling my eyes,I throw my phone into my purse and wave a hand as Daisy holds the front door open and waves. Annoyed that Beau is being so overprotective, I push open the car door and step out onto the asphalt.
And blink.
My vision goes splotchy around the edges as pain blooms behind my eyes. Pressing my palm against the cool metal of the vehicle, I try to breathe but I can feel myself panicking.
Because Beau was right.
He’s going to worry.
About me.
And the baby.
The baby.
The sound of the baby’s heartbeat in my ears is loud, or maybe it’s my own heartbeat. I can’t tell, but it’s the last thing I remember before everything goes black.
6
BEAU
LAST DECEMBER
“Looks Like You Love Me” by Ella Langley and Riley Green plays through the speakers in the reception hall where my brother’s best friend was set to get married.
Wasbeing the operative word.
The brideandmy brother Lake hightailed it out of there with a single look, and I’d been a willing accomplice to facilitating the runaway bride’s escape when I handed over the keys to my truck.
Not like I need them right now anyway.
No, sir.
I’d been left to handle damage control, but it had been worth it because I’d scored the company of one of the bridesmaids in the process.
“What are you thinkin’ about?” Indie Kade purrs after she’d sung all the words to Ella’s song, her Tennessee accent doing all kinds of things to my dick as we sway to the music, her body pressed against mine and one arm draped casually over my shoulder.
“How honest do you want me to be?” I drawl, my hand pressing tighter against her lower back as I move us in a slow circle. Her blonde hair is pulled up into a complicated twist thatshows off the slope of her neck, the cut of the dress hugging her curves and revealing all kinds of tanned skin.
