Total pages in book: 180
Estimated words: 182075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 910(@200wpm)___ 728(@250wpm)___ 607(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 182075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 910(@200wpm)___ 728(@250wpm)___ 607(@300wpm)
She was already in her pajamas so all he had to do was tuck her in.
“You’re not really going to sleep on the floor, are you?” she asked.
“I don’t like the idea of you needing something in the night and no one being here to help you.”
That was so sweet.
And totally unnecessary.
No. Nope.
Don’t do it.
“If you wanted to, you could lie on the bed.”
Urgh. Why did she never listen to herself?
Spencer shook his head. “I don’t want to risk bumping into you and hurting you.”
“Rock slept with me last night and he didn’t hurt me once.”
And . . . oops. She shouldn’t have said that.
“Rock slept with you last night?” he asked. “In your bed?”
“Um. Yeah.”
Why did she keep feeling like Quaid had been there as well? That was crazy.
Rather than looking angry, Spencer surprised her by smiling.
“All right. Well, if Rock’s done it, so can I.”
Okay, she fully admitted that she did not understand men.
At all.
Quaid stepped into her bedroom, walking over to the bed.
He froze as she rolled over.
Except . . . that wasn’t her. That was a man.
Relief filled him as he saw that it was Spencer.
Like she is going to have someone else in her bed?
He didn’t know why but every night he’d forced himself to come home, he’d ended up in here, checking on her.
It was a compulsion. One that he couldn’t seem to ignore or get rid of.
So here he was, sneaking into her bedroom like a total creep to stand over her while she slept. One night he’d stood there for several hours. A few times she’d had nightmares and he’d spoken to her until she’d quieted, reassuring her that she was safe.
Now it seemed she’d found someone else to reassure her and keep her safe in the night.
Not that he was jealous. Not of Spencer. If anyone was going to have her, he wanted it to be his friends.
Even though he couldn’t be a part of that relationship, at least he’d know she was being taken care of properly.
That was what was important.
34
Indie lay awake, listening to Spencer sleeping beside her.
Something had woken her.
She’d been staying at the penthouse with the guys for three weeks now. Spencer and Rock had started alternating nights in her bed.
The baby let out a kick and she rubbed her belly with a smile, wondering if that’s what had woken her.
She was five months pregnant.
She had another scan booked in a few days and she couldn’t wait to see Button again.
But right now, Button was keeping her awake. She snuck out of bed, knowing she wouldn’t get away with that with Rock. That man woke up the second she moved. She walked over to the chair in the corner and picked up her robe.
It was soft cashmere and the loveliest thing she’d ever owned.
Well, other than the cashmere sweaters she now had. Her wardrobe was overflowing with clothes and shoes.
Spencer had gone on a spending spree. She’d tried to get him to take it all back, but he’d completely ignored her.
He’d gone totally overboard. She really didn’t need three winter coats, four pairs of winter boats, fifteen pairs of socks, most with pompoms on them. Actually, the pompom socks could stay. Same with the pompom scarf he’d bought.
He’d even bought her maternity wear. She now owned maternity pants, jeans, and dresses.
Where was she going to wear all of these clothes?
After wrapping the robe around herself, she headed out of the bedroom. Spencer wouldn’t be happy if he woke up and found her missing, but he spent all of his time looking after her. He needed some time to rest and relax.
Plus, she just needed some fresh air.
Heading toward the deck, she opened the sliding door.
Too late she realized they were probably alarmed. But when nothing happened, she relaxed.
Then as she strode out, she saw him standing by the lap pool. He had a glass in his hand and took a sip, staring at the park below.
Maybe she should leave him alone. He looked like he was in serious thought. Then he turned and saw her. Their gazes met.
It was like something out of a movie.
She cleared her throat and nodded at the glass. “Hope you weren’t contemplating throwing that.”
“I try to throw less glasses these days. I’m attempting to . . . control my temper.”
“Yeah?” she asked, moving closer. “How is that going?”
“It has its good days and bad.” He brought his other hand to his mouth and she saw the cigar.
She frowned. “Smoking? That’s so bad for you.”
“Hmm. I know. I’m trying to knock this habit on its head too.”
“Well, good. You should. We all want you around for a long time.”
“Do you?” Slade drawled. “Why do you need me around, Boo?”
“Um, maybe because I love you.”
He tensed. Was that a surprise to him? She was certain that she’d told him that before.