craved it. She would love nothing more than to lean in and smell him.
“Andy , you don’t need to buy me new clothes. If you could just bring up the bag, there’s perfectly good clothes in there, and a nightgown. They fit, and I won’t be wearing them much longer, anyway.”
“Laura , you’re my wife. I don’t want you wearing someone’s castoffs. Don’t fight me on this.”
Laura could see Caroline hovering in the doorway , still with no intention of leaving. She wondered if the woman was listening to everything being said. Of course she was. Laura pressed her lips tightly and ducked her head, using Andy as her shield.
Andy must have known , as he glanced back at his mother and let out an irritated growl. “I’ll be back in a minute.” His big hand brushed her leg as he slid away, and she noticed his bare fingers. It stung again as she remembered his refusal to wear a ring. To her, it was a symbol of commitment, a way to tell every damn sexy women that he was taken and to stay far away from her man, a man she’d never admit how deeply she loved.
Caroline stepped into the hallway with Andy. “What are you doing, bringing her back here? I was told she was gone, and now she’s pregnant. Are you out of your mind?” Caroline wasn’t quiet, and at times, she didn’t care who heard her.
Even though Laura knew what kind of horrible woman she could be, it still hurt beyond belief to have anyone speak that way about her. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from the door, and Andy noticed, as he pulled the door closed.
W hen someone was mean and hateful to her, the best thing to do was walk away. Laura knew that, but her legs seemed to be waging war with her common sense as they slid over the side of the bed and she walked as quietly as she could to the door. She could hear voices, Andy’s deep baritone, sharp and cutting, and Caroline’s, high and shrill. She pressed her ear closer to the door.
“My God, you know nothing about women. She’s been gone for how long, and you bring her back here? How do you even know the baby’s yours?”
Laura felt her face burn in rage . She wanted to rip open the door and yell at the woman that she wasn’t a piece of trash.
“I am not discussing this with you. This is my business.”
Laura couldn’t make out what Caroline said next, but she heard Andy’s voice clearer, closer to the door. “I need to check on my wife. I’ll ask that you leave her alone.”
Laura started back toward the bed and nearly jumped out of her skin when the door opened.
“What are you doing out of bed?” he barked. He had his hands on her by the time she turned around.
She couldn’t lie for the life of her, and she felt lower than a dog for eavesdropping, but Andy didn’t seem interested in waiting. He was distracted as he scooped her up again and set her on the bed.
“Stay . I’ll grab the bag so you can change. I’ll send Jules up, as well. I’ll have her bring you something to eat and drink.”
“Andy , I don’t want to stay. Your mother doesn’t want us here.” She was touching his arm, where she could feel his triceps tighten beneath her touch.
He surrounded her with both arms and , for the first time, pulled her into his chest. She rested her head against the solid wall of muscle, and he tucked her head under his chin and just held her.
“I want you to get some rest. Don’t worry about my mother; I’ll take care of her. The doctor’s coming by as well later this afternoon. Laura, believe me when I say I won’t let her hurt you and you’re staying close to me. Listen, let me get Gabriel. I promised I’d take him on the horse with me, but I’ll do it later.”
The last thing she wanted was to disappoint Gabriel. He wanted to be with Andy , too, to go on the horse with him. She couldn’t let him down.
“No , Andy, take Gabriel. I’ll be fine.”
He watched her intently and then slid his fingers into her hair at her scalp. He pressed a kiss into her
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