But can I be?
“Stop,” I hiss.
That’s the shit that got me here, the shit that’s hurt Harper at least twice.
It has to stop somewhere.
Growling, I shove a hand through my hair and wrench open the door, thinking I will not snarl at the uber pregnant lady.
Then freeze.
Because there is a pregnant lady on my porch—just not the one I expect.
“Harper?” I blurt.
Her eyes come to mine…then slide away. “Hey, I, um, sorry to come by unannounced.” Her gaze flicks behind me as though she expects someone to materialize in the hallway.
Then I realize, she probably does expect that.
Considering that not long after the last time we slept together, I’d jumped right into another woman’s arms.
“Want to come in?” I ask, stepping back.
“Oh, um. No.” She seems to shake herself. “I’m only here because you sent Luna?—”
I wince. “I know that was probably overstepping, but what happened with us today, and, um, last night, was intense and I figured you needed some space from me and my assholeness.”
“Leo,” she begins.
“But I needed to make sure you were okay?—”
“Leo.”
“I’m glad you’re here, though. Have you eaten? I can make you something?—”
“Luna’s water broke!”
My mouth clamps together so quickly pain shoots through my jaw.
“I just didn’t know if you were waiting on her to call you or whatever, but I—” She hitches her thumb over her shoulder.
I reach behind me and grab my jacket off the hook, my keys and wallet from the table. My phone’s already in my pocket. “Let’s go.”
Her eyebrows drag together. “Wh-what?”
I nudge her back and step out onto the porch, closing the door behind me. “Time to go.”
“Go where?”
I take her hand, start guiding her to my car. “The hospital.”
“You’re coming to the hospital?”
I unlock the doors, help her into the passenger’s seat, then reach over and buckle her seatbelt. “Yeah.” I shrug. “Though I guess that depends on whether you know what hospital she’s at.”
A blink.
Another.
