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“I didn’t actually tell him."
“What?” Leah wrinkled her brows in confusion.
“He had the accident, and then stayed with me during his recovery and I won’t lie and say that there weren’t several times that I should have told him. I know I messed up, because he deserved to know.
“So does he know now?” Leah asks.
“He found the test I took under my bathroom sink the morning we left to come here, and he was upset that I didn’t tell him.”
“He had the right to be upset,” Lauren, my logical sister says, and I can’t even argue.
“He did, and then he said that we’d been moving fast and that it was overwhelming, and he needed some time. So I’m giving him time.”
“Time to what? Figure out if he wants to be a dad?”
I could let my sisters think bad of Tyler but that would be wrong of me. “I think it was more, that he needed time for it all to hit him. I’d known for a week, and he wasn’t given the opportunity for it to sink in, he was blindsided which wasn’t right. Tyler is a great guy, but he also has never been the kind that thought long term. And this, is as long term as it gets.”
“You should have told him.” Lauren is a big fan of Tyler, ever since their exchange at the salon.
“I know,” I take a deep breath.
“So we’re going to be aunts,” Leah finally adds, and I smile at the two of them.
“You are,” and I see lots of havoc in my future, because what this baby may learn from them frightens me.
CHAPTERTHIRTY-THREE
Tyler
The GPS shows I’ll arrive in less than ten minutes, and I’m both nervous and excited. The drive was hell, getting calls from my parents, Fitz and even Liam. Of course Liam heard where I was going from no other than Tucker that showed up at his place bitching and complaining about how I would only screw up Amara’s life.
I got the third degree for close to an hour, first he wanted to know what happened and there was no way that I could hold back so I told him everything. He then proceeded to tell me over and over again that he’d be first in line to kick my ass if I fucked this up.
By the time I turned up the long lane that should lead me to the cabin where Amara is staying, it is well after midnight and I’m dragging ass, both physically and emotionally.
Through the clearing in the trees my headlights reflect off two cars, one being hers parked beside another near the front of the cabin.
It's a small cozy place tucked back in a cluster of trees. A flashing light flickers in the one front window and I assume it's from a television. Other than that, the only light on is the porch light.
Climbing out of my truck I push the locks on the door, to keep it from honking and start up the gravel drive. Stepping onto the porch I step up to the door and lean in, listening for any movement.
Lifting my hand I lightly tap on the door and wait, again hearing nothing inside. Applying more pressure, I knock louder and that’s when I hear something fall making a loud boom.
“Amara,” I say loud enough that maybe they can hear me, followed by another knock.
Then there is silence.
Stepping back I walk over to the front window and peek inside, seeing a television lighting the room. Tapping the glass saying Amara’s name again just before every single light inside the small cabin comes on.
Taking a step back I stare through the glass to see not one but four ladies, all huddled together. In the middle is Claire, Amara’s friend from the bar on the night she first kissed me. She is holding a shotgun in her hands.
“It’s Tyler,” I yell, my voice echoing over the trees.
Amara steps forward and one of the twins grabs her arm, trying to pull her back. I know she’s figured it out, she is staring right ahead at me, her brows furrowed.
“Let me in,” I point toward the door.
When I see her moving in the direction of the door, I walk back and listen as she unlocks it. One flip after another and then what sounds like a chain before she finally opens it, and we are standing face to face.
