“I know.”
“Cooper too.”
“Yeah.” She fucking carried him. He weighed almost as much as she did, but she’d carried his boy. Graham had seen her coming, before Max caused a scene. Said he’d never seen anything like it.
“She’s a lot tougher than she looks,” his dad said.
That was absolutely fucking true. Stronger than she even knew.
“Strange that the rattler struck though and twice. Almost like it was already riled up,” his dad said.
“If he was feeding,” Killian said.
“Yeah, I guess.” Jared stood. “So, you want us to go to her place and pack up some things.”
Killian stood and pulled her key from his pocket. “Please.”
“We’ll check on Cooper too.”
“Thanks, Dad.”
“Nothing to thank us for, Son. We’ll see you soon.”
“She’s going to be okay, honey,” Maureen said, when she stepped out of Cedar’s room. “We’ll get her stuff. You go look after your girl.” She touched his chin like she used to do when he was a kid. “And she is your girl.”
Yeah, she fucking was.
Stepping into her room, she looked so small in the bed and still. He approached, and her eyes opened. He settled on the chair, laid his palm on her forehead, and gently brushed her hair from her face, curling his fingers, needing the connection. “Cooper?” she asked.
“He’s fine. Mom and Dad are going to check on him. You’re going to be fine.”
“I know,” she whispered.
“How do you know?”
“Because you wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Yeah, she was his. And she fucking knew it, too.
“If I don’tget up and move, my ass is going to be permanently melded into the leather,” Cedar called after him. He was learning she had a flare for the dramatic. She slept in his bed at night, but he waited until she was asleep before he joined her, because having her soft body up against him was torture enough, if she were awake and touching him…he wasn’t sure he had enough will power for that. Not when the memory of their sex-a-thon was still fresh in his mind.
“One more day,” he shouted back.
“It’s been four days.”
He returned to her side and stood over her. “One more day.”
She blew a curl out of her face. “Then sit with me.”
He’d loved to, but Cooper was on the sofa with her. “No room for me, Sweetheart.”
Her face went soft, the way it did when he used endearments. “At least I’m with you,” she muttered.
Yeah, she was. It was something else they were going to need to talk about. It had only been four days, but he liked her here. Wanted to make it a permanent thing. He wasn’t sure how that would work with her putting all the work into her place, but it was a conversation they were having and soon. There was something they needed to talk about now. He’d held off for too long. He settled on the coffee table.
“We got to talk.”
“This sounds serious.”