Battle Tested. Janie Crouch

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       Chapter Six

      Steve stared down at her belly for a long time. He finally looked up at her face again.

      There were so many questions in his eyes she hardly knew how to start answering them all.

      His hand gently touched her stomach, so that’s where she started.

      “Yes, I’m pregnant. Six months.”

      It wasn’t terribly difficult math, so she let him work out for himself that the baby was his. She didn’t want to say it outright, because she wasn’t sure if he would even believe her. They hadn’t parted on the greatest of terms, after all.

      He studied her for a long time without saying anything. Rosalyn just stood there. She was as surprised to see him as he was to see her.

      “I just identified your dead body,” he finally said.

      Okay, maybe not quite as surprised.

      “My twin sister,” she whispered. “Lindsey Rose. I didn’t know she was dead until today. I was coming into the police department when I saw you leaving.”

      She’d been skeptical about going to the police station anyway, knowing the Watcher would probably be waiting for her there. When she saw Steve exit the building, she’d been totally thrown.

      What was he doing there?

      Steve was the last person Rosalyn expected to see. His presence had to have something to do with Lindsey’s death. Why else would he be here from Colorado?

      “Have you been following me from the police station?”

      “Yes.”

      Steve’s eyes narrowed. “Why? To tell me about the baby? Why did you run when I saw you at the bar?”

      He fired off the questions faster than she could answer them. Not that she knew how to answer them anyway.

      She hadn’t expected to see Steve. She’d been about to cross the street into the police station, knowing her sister was dead and the Watcher had found her again.

      She was six months pregnant, alone, frightened and grieving. She’d pushed back the terror, so her only thought had been identifying her sister so Lindsey could have a proper burial.

      Then Steve had walked out the door. He’d looked so strong. So capable of handling anything life threw at him.

      Rosalyn had gotten in her car and followed him without even meaning to. When she saw he was going to the same hotel and then the same bar where they’d met, she’d felt a little hope inside.

      Maybe he didn’t hate her.

      Maybe she could tell him about the baby.

      Maybe she could tell him about the Watcher and everything that had happened.

      She needed help.

      But when his eyes had flown to her at the bar, obviously suspecting trouble, she’d panicked. She’d run—well, run as fast as her body would let her—to get away.

      But she hadn’t gotten away. He’d caught her and said—

      He was law enforcement?

      “You’re a cop?”

      He took a step closer, obviously trying to use his size to intimidate her. “You didn’t answer my questions.”

      She couldn’t get into the entire story now. They were too out in the open. “I will answer your questions, but not out here. You told me you were in management before.”

      Steve shrugged. “I never said what sort of management I was in. And I want answers to my questions before I arrest you.”

      “Arrest me for what?”

      “How about the theft of nearly $200 six months ago?”

      Rosalyn’s face heated. “I’m sorry about that. I didn’t have any other choice. I was desperate. My whole time with you I was pretty desperate.”

      That wasn’t the right word, or at least she should’ve phrased it differently, she realized when he stiffened and stepped back. She hadn’t meant that she’d spent time with him because she was desperate, but he’d obviously taken it that way.

      “I guess your little souvenir СКАЧАТЬ