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I looked down at my body, wondering how she could tell. I mean, it was obvious to me that I was pregnant, but my own boyfriend couldn’t tell, so how was it that she did?
When I looked back up again, the woman was gone.
I leaned back against the windshield of the truck, and my eyes closed involuntarily.
When they opened once again, it was to find Loki rubbing my thigh gently and talking to me in soothing tones.
“Channing, baby? Are you ready to go?” Loki’s rough voice said from below me.
My eyes opened, and the first thing I saw was a dark night sky scattered with millions of stars.
Turning my head, I looked down at the man that I loved.
Yes, I said I loved. I knew I loved him.
After today, I realized how fast life could change. How, in onesingle second, everything could be cloudy, with no path in sight. Then a single moment in time could change my world, clear the cobwebs, and show me the route I needed to take.
“I love you,” I whispered.
He froze.
“What’d you say?” He rasped.
The light from the street lamp above our heads shone down, casting him in an eerie white light.
He looked beat. Utterly and thoroughly beat.
“I said, I love you,” I said louder.
He blinked, and then his face broke into a sad smile.
“I love you, too.”
Chapter 17
Me, crazy? I should get down off this unicorn and slap you.
-E-card
Channing
I walked into the room slowly, wondering what I’d find when I got on the other side of the wall.
We’d shown up so late last night, that I didn’t meet Loki’s mom. We’d just gone straight to bed after showering.
I’d woken to an empty bed, and the afternoon sun shining in through the wooden blinds straight into my eyes.
I’d gotten dressed in a pair of sweats that were out of Loki’s bag, the same ones I’d worn just yesterday; even though it felt like the night at the safe house was eons ago.
Which led me to now.
I was walking as quietly as possible, not that I understood why.
“She’s been sleeping a really long time, honey. Maybe we should go check on her,” a woman’s voice said.
I stopped inthe kitchen doorway in time to see an older man, wearing blue jeans and a black t-shirt reply. “Andrea, Bryce said to let her sleep, so you’re going to let her sleep. He said theywitnessedthat pile up on I-10 yesterday. The poor girl needs sleep; what she does not need is to be badgered on whether she’s planning to bring any grandchildren into the world any time soon.”
He was tall, with buzzed gray hair, and a five o’clock shadow that really made him look good. He reminded me a lot of George Clooney, in a rougher, more bad-ass kind of way.
