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Christ. That’s it. I turned, grabbed the handle, and bore down…but the indistinct sound of her voice stopped me. She was alive and coaxing him into bed. I eased my hold, letting the handle bounce back as I pressed against the door.
“There.” I heard her murmur through the door. “All dried.”
“Stay.”
That husky plea was the first time I’d heard him speak since we’d found him. Just one word, given to her. Stay.
“Okay. Whatever you need, but I need a shower first.”
I jerked my gaze to the door. She was coming out…going to shower in her room. I’d follow her in, tell her he was dangerous. Thought you said he wasn’t? Thought you said you weren’t worried?
“Shut the fuck up,” I mouthed and took a step back, but the moment I did, the sound of my brother’s shower came again.
She wasn’t coming. Of course she wasn’t. She was going to say there, watching his every goddamn move. Because that’s what kind of woman she was. I closed my eyes. We didn’t deserve her. We didn’t fucking deserve to be in her goddamn sphere. That’s how fucking incredible she was.
I took a step away, turned, then slowly sank to the floor. The shower stopped running. I tracked the sound of her steps to the bed…before nothing.
Was my brother asleep? I hoped so.
I leaned my head against the wall and closed my eyes until sometime later the heavy thud of London’s steps headed my way. I opened my eyes and stood as he stopped in front of me.
“Is she okay?”
I gave a nod.
Relief sagged his shoulders with a heavy breath. “Thank Christ for that. I don’t know what I’d do if we lost her or the baby after everything else tonight.”
Baby…my mind spun.
London’s gaze went to the gun in my hand before he met my stare. “Our baby, son. Our. Baby.”
I couldn’t move.
Couldn’t react, not even when he placed his hand on my shoulder, took one last look at Colt’s bedroom door, then turned and walked away, disappearing into his own room.
A baby?
The hallway swayed. I winced, slamming my hand against my chest. She was fucking pregnant? Colt had had his hand around her goddamn throat and shoved against the fucking wall in that slaughterhouse. And she’d fucking launched herself across that rotted-out floor like it was nothing.
It wasn’t nothing.
It was everything.
She’s pregnant. She’s pregnant.
What if I was the father?
My knees shook. I gripped the doorway, trying my best to steady myself as the world spun. I stood there for I didn’t know how long, staring at the goddamn wall while I replayed every time I’d fucked her. Christ, don’t let it be that first time…the time when I’d been such a bastard.
I was so transfixed by the thought of that, I didn’t realize that sounds were coming within the room, barely audible murmurs, savage guttural sounds.
“If you’re not Colt, then who are you?” Her husky voice slipped under the door.
I moved, pressing my hand against the wall, straining to hear as my brother answered. “Beast.”
Beast…
I shook my head.
