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Maybe I was.

Because who over-fixates on floorboards out of all things? And yet…

My gaze falls on the steps.

The steps without those damn boards that Blake put on them so I wouldn’t fall.

They were gone.

My head snaps up, eyes zeroing in on the house across the street. “I’m going to kill him.”

CHAPTER NINE

BLAKE

“Where the hell is she?” I mutter as I narrow my gaze on the window, which is conveniently looking at the street and the house on the other side.

Her car wasn’t in the driveway like normal. She usually came home after work around four. I knew because I might have been looking out the window. Was it creepy? Yes. Did I fucking care? Not really.

Just because I was giving her time to get used to all of this while I figured out how to break down the news to the boys didn’t mean that I was giving up or that I didn’t care about her or the baby. Besides, knowing how stubborn Savannah was, I wouldn’t be surprised if I saw her carrying some heavy shit around once again, and the last thing I wanted was for her to get hurt. But I’d do the same thing even if an old lady lived across the street.

Who’re you trying to fool, Walker?

“Where is who?”

My head snaps in Levi’s direction as my heart kicks up a notch at being caught. So much for not attracting attention.

“Umm… Nobody.” I glance down at the castle. “You’re doing so good, buddy.”

“I can’t find the right piece.” Levi tilts his head and glares at all the scattered pieces on the coffee table. “Do you see it, Dad?”

“Let’s see…” I turn my focus on the Lego bricks, grateful that he was easily distracted. For now. “Looking for this?”

“Yes!”

His tongue peeks out of the side of his mouth as he places the piece in place and turns his attention back to the instructions.

Now that he’s entertained once again, I glance toward the window and that empty driveway.

What if something happened to her, and that was the reason she was late? I didn’t have her phone number, and nobody knew that the baby was mine. Even if something happened to either of them, I wouldn’t be able to know. I wouldn’t be able to be there for her.

Just the thought of it made my heart race and my palms turn sweaty as the anxiety inside me grew.

Fuck this.

I slide my hand into my pocket and pull out my phone. It takes me only a second to find the right number.

Blake:

Did you hear from Savannah today?

I watch the screen, my fingers tightening around my phone to the point my knuckles have drained of color as I will the answer to appear.

It feels like forever before three little dots flash on the screen.

Becky:

Was I supposed to?

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