I move and sit on the round sofa.
“You’ve called me, honey. I can’t tell you how happy that makes me.”
“Really?”
“It’s the first time you’ve called me.” I hear the smile in his voice. “Are you behaving yourself?”
“I’m in your closet,” I admit, letting him here the delight in my voice.
He chuckles. “You’ve discovered the space I’ve made for you, huh?”
“I wasn’t sure, but I hoped, that you’d done it for me.”
“After knowing what it feels like having you snuggled up beside me, last night without you was hard . . . in more ways than one,” he whispers.
“I can’t wait until tonight,” I admit softly.
Garrett groans. “I think I’m going to need some ice shoved in my shorts after this conversation.”
“Pity you’re not here, I could have done the shoving,” I tease. “Now I’ve given you the thought of having my hand in your shorts, I’m going to go and hang some clothes.”
He makes a deep grumbling sound and then mumbles, “I’ll see you as soon as I can.”
“I’ll be waiting.” I give him a husky laugh, feeling a new burst of energy run through my veins.
Wasting no time at all, I have all my things hanging in the closet with Garrett’s and find myself sitting on the round sofa again when I hear a noise from downstairs.
It sounded like the front door being opened and closed.
Quickly moving to the bedroom door, I listen closely, hearing two women talking, which deepens my frown. I thought perhaps it was Garrett who’d raced home, but that isn’t the case.
“Are you sure he won’t mind finding me here when he gets home?” one of the women asks.
“I’m sure. He just needs a push in the right direction and seeing you here waiting for him will tip the scales,” the other replies.
I don’t freaking think so!
Letting the bedroom door slam closed, I hear, “Someone else is in the house,” from below. Holding the bannister, I slowly make my way downstairs with my cell clutched in my hand and my thumb hovering over Garrett’s number.
Only seeing the top of the women’s heads, I have no clue as to who they are until they turn and face me. Garrett’s sister-in-law and the blind date wear matching shocked expressions, but his sister-in-law pulls herself together first.
“What are you doing here? You need to leave,” she informs me, bristling. “Leave now.”
I raise a brow, bristling at her harsh tone. “Excuse me, but I live here. I think you’ll find that I’m not going anywhere.”
The blind date gasps and looks at her friend, who ignores her.
“You do not live here. I want you to leave this minute before I call the police and have you charged with trespassing.”
“I’m not the one trespassing,” I counter as I lower myself into one of the chairs in the living room. Lightheadedness is a pain in the butt now that I’m pregnant and the shock of the women before me certainly hasn’t helped.
“We’ll see about that.” Sister-in-law stomps her foot and does an about turn, pulling the other woman with her into the kitchen. Probably plotting on how to get rid of me.
I’m so tired that I almost drift into sleep when they reappear, heading for the front door. As I watch my eyes widen when two police officers enter.
“Arrest her for trespassing,” she says. “This isn’t her house and she hasn’t been invited here.” Garrett’s sister-in-law needs a smack across her gloating face and if there weren’t officers present I might have done just that. As it is, I have to behave, but I know who to call.
He answers on the first ring, “It’s me,” I whisper, close to tears.