was he doing here? Why had he pursued her? She’d obviously left him behind, and yet he’d moved a piece of heaven and a whole lot of earth to find her while all the while she’d known exactly where he was. She could have come home if that was what she’d wanted.
Or could she have? Had he slammed the door that firmly in her face?
The door opened, catching on a chain after two inches, and he didn’t know who he hoped would peer out and see him. A stranger or his wife or maybe a murderer. Or maybe a woman who had managed to become all three?
The chain slid away and the door opened wider.
For one interminable moment, he stared into Cassie’s startled sky-blue eyes and couldn’t have felt more winded if a runaway horse had tossed him to the ground and landed on top of him. All these months he’d anticipated this moment.
But in the end, nothing had prepared him for the almost physical punch in his heart that came with the first glimpse of her face. The creamy skin, the gently arched brows, the too-wide mouth and slightly long nose, attributes that saved her from cuteness and transported her to true beauty.
And then his gaze dipped lower and everything changed forever.
The simple gold band he’d given her three years before still circled her ring finger.
What was new was the bulging belly beneath where her hand rested. She was pregnant.
And not just a little bit.
Chapter Three
“Cody,” Cassie said softly.
Her heart had been beating fast when she heard the knock: for the past twenty-four hours, she’d been expecting the police.
Instead, Cody.
There wasn’t a thing about him she didn’t know by heart. Not the way one eyebrow tended to lift when he spoke, not the exact shape of his lips or the dark brown of his eyes.
And not the shock that flashed in those eyes as he took in her changed appearance and began processing what it meant.
This was the moment she had tried so hard to avoid, the moment she’d had nightmares about. The moment when he saw her condition and undoubtedly leapt to one conclusion.
She cleared her throat. “How did you find me?”
“I saw you across the street from the Priestly house,” he said after a moment. “I…I followed you.”
She looked behind him toward the street. “Did anyone else see me?”
“I don’t think so. You didn’t call Emma Kruger when you said you would. She got worried.” His gaze once again dipped to Cassie’s protruding belly and the silence between them stretched tight. “Cassie? Can I come in?”
Cassie. Not Laura, not anymore. “Yes, of course,” she said. As she stepped aside, she once again scanned the empty street before hastily closing the door and turning back into the room. And then her gaze met Cody’s again.
She’d wondered, of course. How would she feel when she saw him again? Would the magic between them be gone, a victim of their fight? She folded her fingers into her palm as she steeled herself for what came next.
But why, why hadn’t she dressed nicer that morning? Why hadn’t she washed her hair or stuck on some lipstick? For something to do, she took the blue scarf from around her neck and looped it through the strap on her oversized hobo bag, her fingers trembling.
He finally cleared his throat. “When is the baby due?”
“A little over a month.”
His voice grew hesitant. “Is it…mine?”
“Yes.”
“Did you know about it when you left?”
“You mean did I know I was pregnant when I told you it was time we start our family? No, I didn’t know.”
He swore softly, took off his hat and looked around the apartment. She knew what he saw. The place was a furnished dump, there were no two ways about it, but she’d arrived the day before in a panic and all she’d wanted was a refuge, no questions asked, four walls and a locked door.
“I don’t even know where to start,” he said, turning his steady gaze on her again.
How many times over the past few months had she scanned the faces of strangers, looking for him, wondering if he’d followed her, half-hoping he hadn’t, half-hoping he had? No one else looked like Cody Westin, though, not even his brothers, Adam and Pierce. There were family resemblances, to be sure, but Cody was the one a woman’s eyes strayed to. The perfectly balanced strong body, wide shoulders and clear-cut features all added up to a great-looking package, but it was something else, too, some sense of reserve and privacy about him that made a lot of women, women like her, melt inside.
Face it; he was so masculine it confused her. In fact at times during their marriage they had seemed like foreigners thrown together on the stagecoach of life, seeing each other, touching, but not speaking the same language.
“Do you know the police are looking for you?” Cody asked.
Her heartbeat doubled as her hands clenched at her sides. “I wasn’t sure. I guess it doesn’t surprise me. How do you know?”
“I spoke with Emerson Banner.”
Her heart leaped into her throat. “Did you tell him your name? Did you tell him mine?”
“Just our first names. He claims you had something to do with his mother-in-law’s death.”
Talking about Emerson Banner made the hairs rise on Cassie’s arms. “He’s a greedy, nasty man,” she said with a shudder. Those cold eyes of his had drilled into hers too many times for comfort. “His wife isn’t any better. They know I wouldn’t harm Mrs. Priestly. She was so kind to me. Did he tell you how worried she was the last few days of her life? Maybe I should have done things differently, I don’t know. I’ve tried to figure it out.”
The tears that welled in her eyes were unwelcome reminders of the stress that had been building since that night when Mrs. Priestly had sent Cassie to check out the garden. It had culminated two days later when she went to awaken the elderly woman and found her window open, a pillow over her face and signs of a weak struggle before she lost her life. The monitor had been disabled. Cassie had slept ten feet away in the adjoining room while Mrs. Priestly died.
“Banner also told me they caught you trying to steal jewelry,” he added.
She raised her gaze to his. “You believe him?”
“Hell, no, I don’t believe him. Of course I don’t.”
“What else did he tell you?”
“Nothing good.”
She had the distinct impression he was holding something back. “Just say it,” she coaxed. “I can take it.”
“Vera
