Page 50 of A Magnolia Move-In
“Anything else?”
I glanced around. “Can you grab me my robe?” I asked, waving my hand toward the hook behind my door.
“Sure.” He crossed the room and brought it back to me. “Anything else?”
I needed some clothes from my closet, but I figured I could find a way to pull them off the hangers. In all honesty, I wanted him gone as much as he seemed to want to leave. I needed to focus on seeing Walker tonight, and Colten seemed agitated as he shifted his weight.
“I think that’s it.”
He furrowed his brow. “Are you sure?”
I nodded.
He blew out his breath as his shoulder relaxed. “I have to head to the department, so that’s probably good.”
“Oh,” I said with a nod.
He paused. “Are you sure you’re fine?”
Really? No. But my problems were for me alone. There was no way I wanted to bother Colten with my issues. “I’m fine. Fiona will be here in the next hour or so. I can take care of myself until then.”
Colten hesitated for a moment and then nodded. “Call me if you need anything. I can be out here in a flash.”
I grabbed my robe and pushed my arm through it. “I know,” I said as I situated it around my shoulders. Once he left, I’d discard the towel and wrap my satin robe around my body. I just couldn’t do it while he was staring at me.
Colten made his way to the door. Just as he stepped out into the hallway, he turned back around, his gaze falling on me. “I’m happy you’re healing,” he said. His voice was low with meaning, and there was a tenderness in his gaze.
The way he looked at me caused butterflies to dance around my stomach. I swallowed, hating that I was reacting this way. In an effort to keep it to myself, I nodded. “Thanks.”
He gave me one last nod and shut the door behind him.
Silence fell around me, and I blew out my breath as I collapsed against the back of my chair. I pinched the bridge of my nose and closed my eyes. Whatever was going on between Colten and me was confusing.
I wanted it to stop. I loved Walker. I was pregnant with Walker’s child. We were going to start a family together.
I was awful for allowing these strange feelings for Colten to crop up.
“It’s because you’re lonely,” I muttered as I pushed myself up and slipped the towel off, wrapping my robe around me. “That’s all. Once you see Walker, you’ll be fine.”
I wheeled over to the small vanity that Fiona had found for me, which sat in the corner of the room, and stared at my reflection.
I was going to be fine.
I was.
Right?
FIFTEEN
Penny
Spencer was still alive when I pulled into the driveway and killed the engine. I blew out a sigh of relief as I stared over at him to see his chest rising and falling. I half expected him to have died from that level of intoxication. But he seemed to be doing fine, which I was grateful for.
I pulled the keys from the ignition and opened the driver’s door. After a quick jaunt into the house to drop off my purse, I hurried back outside. I opened the passenger door and shook Spencer’s shoulder.
He snorted and straightened, his glassy eyes darting around. “Where am I?” he asked, his voice booming against the darkness that surrounded us.
“Spencer, it’s me,” I said, trying to keep my voice level.
