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He turned, watching as Chaya moved into the room from the back bedroom. She swayed with maternal, sensual grace. The hard mound of her belly poked out ahead of her, and she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen in his damned life.
His Chay. She moved into his arms, and he held her and their child against him, closing his eyes, praying to God he could protect them better than he was protecting his sister.
“Have you called Alex yet?”
She knew about the picture. She had been there when the plain manila envelope had been delivered by Ray after he found it on the front seat of his pickup that evening as he was leaving for home.
Natches’s name was printed on it in large letters, obviously computer-generated. She had been there when he pulled the picture free.
“He wouldn’t hurt her,” he said heavily. “Tell me again it’s not what it looks like. ”
“Natches. ” Her hands rubbed against his back as her head lifted from his chest. “You know Alex. You said that yourself. ”
“A lot of years,” he admitted, moving away from her. “He’s a good man. A good soldier. ”
But was he a tender lover? The kind of lover his sister needed? It was bad enough the son of a bitch was fourteen years older than she was.
“You need to call him,” she told him again.
Natches nodded. He knew he did. Alex had been sloppy closing only the sheers like that with a stalker obviously watching Janey. If this had happened after they learned about the stalker.
Alex had come to him with the information. Zeke had told Alex. Zeke would have had a reason for doing that. He would have had to have seen something, known something. And Janey had been wary, but it had been her idea for Alex to stay.
Or had it?
Alex was more than just a fucking soldier; he worked with the Department of Homeland Security and was one of the most manipulative special agents employed there.
Shit. He couldn’t think like this.
“Natches, if Janey were being forced into anything, she would tell you,” Chaya told him again.
Natches shrugged, appearing to agree with her. He tried to tell himself. Hell, she had snapped his and Alex’s head off that evening. She wouldn’t have done that if she was scared.
“I’ll go talk to them in the morning,” he said.
“You’re worried about more than just this. ” She moved to him again. “What’s wrong, Natches?”
She saw so much of him. Sometimes it amazed him, humbled him. She was his second breath. Hell no, she was his first breath. He couldn’t live without her.
“I hurt her tonight,” he finally admitted, before explaining what happened. “She wouldn’t speak to me before I left. ”
“Oh, Natches,” Chaya groaned. “You can’t play games with her. She’s too smart for that and you keep forgetting it for some reason. ”
He frowned at her chiding voice. “She’s my sister, Chaya. My baby sister. I have to watch out for her. ”
“She’s an adult, Natches. ” It was the same argument they had visited for the past six months. “Let her decide on her own. ”
“Hell, Chay, she’s talking about leaving. ” He pushed his fingers through his hair roughly. “I’m just getting to know her. I don’t want her to leave. ”
Chaya sighed. “Natches, you have to let go eventually. What are you going to do if we eventually have a daughter?”
Chaya was left speechless, lips parted, as Natches swung around and capped his hand over her mouth.
He was pale, honest to God white, around the eyes, with a sick look on his face.
“Don’t say it,” he hissed fiercely, his green eyes bright, terrified. “Don’t say the D word, Chay. You gotta promise me. Promise me. We’re only going to have boys. Swear it, Chay. ”
She blinked back at him as he lifted his hand just enough for her to speak. “Swear it. Right now. ”
