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“Focused?”
“Yes. Like when I’m with you, there’s no one else in the room. I mean, you don’t miss anything that could hurt either one of us, but you also don’t let anything distract you. If I’m talking to you, there’s no scrolling on your phone or cruising the web or ignoring me. You’rehyper-focused onme,like I matter. Ilovethat.” She shrugs. “Makes me feel special.”
Special? God, of course she’s special.
“That’s because you are,” I say matter-of-factly. “You should know that.”
She grows quiet as she picks at a piece of crust on her plate. “I dunno. You have your shit and I have mine, you know?”
I do know. The question is, is she willing to talk to me about hers?
“You want to tell me anything?”
“No,” she says with a sad smile. “I mean, I do. When do we have to leave?”
“Thirty minutes.”
“Thirty minutes!” She leaps from her chair and runs back to the bathroom. “Oh my God, I need to get ready!”
I guess that means we’ll talk later.
“Just throw something on,” I mutter, tugging on a pair of jeans and a tee myself.
“I can’t justthrow something on,Lyam. I’m going to seeyour family.”
Which will beher family,I realize with a sudden rush of emotion that almost chokes me.
My wife.
She’s going to be my wife. My family may break the law and make rules that are all their own, but we have some traditional values. And there’s one thing she has to know—if she’s having my baby, she’ll wear my ring.
I just have to find the right way to ask her.
* * *
TWELVE
Cosette
I’ma bundle of raw nerves and energy when we get to the car.
Not long ago, I was afraid someone would attack us. Now that’s the furthest thing from my mind.
My belly churns with nausea, and this time, it has nothing to do with the fact that I’m pregnant.
Savannah. I have to face Savannah.
Savannah’s a ray of sunshine to everyone and anyone she meets, not as serious as her older sister Nicolette. But this family is loyal and protective and God if I didn’t fuck her over so hard.
I want to weep and vomit and run.
Lyam takes my hand.
I draw in a deep breath.
He leans me against the door and frames me in, my back to the car and his hand on my cheek. “Listen to me. Are you listening to me?”
I nod and swallow and feel my breath come a bit easier. “Yes.”
