Total pages in book: 180
Estimated words: 182075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 910(@200wpm)___ 728(@250wpm)___ 607(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 182075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 910(@200wpm)___ 728(@250wpm)___ 607(@300wpm)
His eyes widened in horror. “Order one? Order one?”
“Um, yeah. You know you can order it online and they deliver it right to you. Is that a problem?”
“Yes, that’s a problem. I won’t know what went into the pizza. It won’t be organic. And how do we know that whoever prepares it has good hygiene? That they don’t have a cold or something. They could sneeze on it and then you could get ill. And then there’s the salt and fat . . . no, no, no. If you want pizza, I will make you pizza.” He reached for the tray, but she grabbed hold.
“You got me burrito bowls.”
“Yes, but I know the owner of the place. He’s very clean and uses good ingredients. Now, give me the tray.”
“Actually, I feel like salad now.”
Spencer eyed her. “No, you don’t.”
“Yes, I do.”
He crossed his arms over his chest. “You’re lying to me. When I just warned you against doing that.”
Wow.
He was so hot when he was stern.
Well, he was hot all the time. But the sternness was so unexpected. And sexy.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” he asked.
“Like what?” Shit. Did he know that she wanted him?
“Like I’m a piece of greasy pizza that you want to devour,” he said huskily.
“I guess I’m just hungry.”
Liar.
“You barely eat enough to keep a fly alive.”
“Ew. You know what flies eat, right?” She glanced down at the food and knew she wasn’t going to eat the kale salad.
Hastily, she set it aside, her stomach rolling over despite the anti-nausea medication she was still taking.
“Bollocks. Sorry, Princess.” Spencer quickly whisked the tray away. Then he pulled open the bedside drawer and drew out a ginger lollipop.
He’d filled the drawer with all sorts of things. Ginger candy and lollipops. As well as healthy crackers and pregnancy supplements.
She sucked on the lollipop as he searched through the drawer. “You took your supplements today, didn’t you?”
“You stood over me and watched me take them,” she told him dryly as he drew out his phone to check.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“I downloaded this pregnancy app yesterday. It’s to help pregnant women remember to take their vitamins and record how much water they drink, and what they eat and how they feel. Still feeling nauseous? Any aches and pains? Tired? How are things in the bathroom department?”
“The . . . the what?” she asked, gaping at him.
“You going regularly?” he asked. “Or a bit constipated?”
“How did I think that the UTI conversation was going to be the worst one we’d ever have?” she muttered. “I am not talking to you about my . . . about my bathroom stuff.”
“Why not?” he asked.
“Because it’s none of your business.”
“I’m taking care of you. Everything about you is my business.”
“Spencer, you must have something better to do than look after me, right?” she asked, leaning back against her pillows.
He blinked at her. “There is nothing more important than taking care of you. I need to make sure you’re healthy and happy. That’s my number one job. You and the baby.”
Indie just stared up at him. “I don’t . . . I don’t know what to say.” Part of her really didn’t think she deserved that level of devotion. Why would he go to such lengths? When did he have time to do anything else? Like go to work?
“You don’t have to say anything. Well, other than to tell me when you last pooped.”
“I’m not telling you that.”
Spencer sighed, but she could see amusement dancing in his eyes. “Come on now, work with me, Princess. I can’t fill in the app properly unless I know when you last pooped.”
“Spencer Hensley, you are never going to know when I poop. And that is that.”
She crossed her arms over her chest, but all he did was grin.
“We’ll see.”
She grinned too as he rushed out of the room with the tray.
Idiot.
But he was her idiot.
No. Nope. Not hers.
She couldn’t let them into her heart again.
28
The knocking on the door made her freeze with fear.
She ran to the bathroom to vomit. Then she heard him coming.
Get out. Get out.
But she didn’t move.
He grabbed her and she didn’t fight back. His face grew monstrous. Dark and mean.
You’re mine, Indie.
Did you think I wouldn’t find you?
Do you really think I’d let you go?
Help!
He laughed. No one is coming. No one cares about you. They know the truth. The thing your mother has always known.
That you’re not worthy of love.
Indie woke up with a gasp. Her side burned as she moved, sitting up.
Shit.
That hurt so much.
A whimper escaped and she bit her lip to hold in the sound. No way did she want anyone hearing her and coming to investigate.
Although who would be awake at this time? Even Spencer, who had been unbelievably attentive, wouldn’t be awake at two in the morning.