Before I could spiral further, headlights spilled down the street.
Dark blue truck.
His truck.
I squeaked and practically threw myself away from the window, yanking the curtains shut like I hadn’t been perched there like a stalker.
Stalking my stalker.
God, I needed help.
?? ?? ??
My eyes fluttered open—and I froze.
Someone’s hand was on my stomach.
The room was pitch-black, and for a second, I considered sliding off the bed and army-crawling my way to safety.
But then the person shifted.
“Go back to sleep. I’ve got an early shift,” Kade mumbled, snuggling in closer like this was totally normal.
“What the he—”
His hand clamped over my mouth.
“Unless…” he whispered near my ear, “you’d rather do something else since you’re awake.”
I shook my head, wide-eyed.
“Mm. Pity.”
Oh my god.
One of the worst parts?
I wasn’t even scared.
That was the real red flag.
The fact that I’d skipped right over fear and landed squarely in exasperation. Like,Ugh, he’s in my bed.
“I’ve left you a pregnancy test on your nightstand,” he said casually.
I rolled over to glare at him. “Nope. We’re finishing this tonight. I’m going to take that test and prove to you that I’m not pregnant. Then you can end—whatever this is.”
“Sure, sweetheart. You do that.” He stretched out flat on his back, hands folded beneath his head like he was settling in for a nap.
I sat up and switched the lamp on, squinting against the light. “I don’t even want to know how you got into my apartment.”
“It’s a secret I’ll take to my grave.”
The box sat neatly on my nightstand, smug as hell. I grabbed it and marched to the bathroom, trying to ignore the steady pounding of my heart.
I hadn’t bought one myself yet. It was easier to pretend I hadn’t had unprotected sex with the town sheriff over the hood of his cruiser.
My bravado died the second the lock clicked shut.
