“Like he’s terrified.” I frown slightly. Lucy smiles knowingly over the rim of her mug. “Men only ever look like that when they realise they’ve found something they really don’t want to lose.”
Emotion swells unexpectedly in my chest. Because I want her to be right. I want him to look at me exactly like that, and that scares the shit out of me.
RAY
I wake with a start, sitting up straighter and glancing around. The television is still on, playing some crime documentary that Wynter put on.
Wynter.
I push to my feet, panic swallowing me. And then I hear her laugh and I instantly relax, following the sound to the kitchen where I find her and Lucy at the table drinking coffee.
They both turn as I enter, and surprisingly, Lucy smiles wide before saying, “Good morning sleepy head.”
Sleepy head. It’s such a strange thing, yet it causes a warmth deep in my chest. Terms of endearment have never been something in my world. And now they’re coming from the one woman who’s meant to hate me.
I clear my throat. “Good morning.”
“Sleep well?” she asks, arching a brow. There’s a smirk on her lips as she takes a sip of her coffee and eyes Wynter over the rim of her cup.
I glance between them. “Erm, yeah, I guess.” I grab a mug and stick it under the coffee machine. “Did you?”
“Probably not as good as Wynter,” she says and I catch Wynter giving her a warning look.
I pause. “Have I missed something?”
Wynter stands, rolling her eyes as she places her empty mug in the sink. “Ignore her, she thinks she’s funny.” Then she glaresat Lucy, “But she’s actually very childish,” she adds in a playful tone.
I wait for the coffee to fill my cup and take it. Lucy gets to her feet. “I was going to take Wynter shopping today,” she says casually. “I wondered if you’d like to come.”
Wynter is already shaking her head. “I’m sure Ray’s got a lot on. He doesn’t want to follow us around shops looking for tents.”
Lucy laughs.
“Tents?” I repeat, confused.
“She’s being dramatic,” Lucy tells me. “She needs some maternity clothes.”
“Then I’d love to come.”
Wynter’s head snaps my way. “Really? It’s not going to be fun.”
Lucy snorts a laugh as she heads for the door. “Then it’s exactly up Ray’s street. I’m going to get ready.”
Wynter sighs, “Honestly, you really don’t need to come.”
I place my coffee down and gently take her hand. She stares down as her fingers entwine around mine. “I want to,” I repeat. “If you don’t mind.”
She glances up and there’s a small smile tugging at her lips. “Okay.”
“Okay,” I confirm, and before I overthink it, I place a chaste kiss to her head. “I’ve just got to make a couple calls to rearrange some things. Go get ready.”
Once she’s gone, I head to my office and dial Vinn’s number.
“This better be a call to say you’re on your way,” he says dryly.
“How important is it that I’m there?” I ask.
“Don’t do this to me, Ray,” he says with a sigh. “I hate that bastard.”