“Hannah. Bird.” I kissed her damp cheeks. I wiped away her tears until only her lashes were dewy. “Would you seriously live here?”
“Yes.” She laughed—a little hysterically—and her eyes filled again. “I would. I’m tired of the city, tired of the condo. And I know it’s … ridiculous and huge, but … we could get people to take care of the—”
Seth faded from my mind like a ghost, paler and thinner … gone. My anger faded with him. I lifted Hannah off her feet and I turned and turned, laughing.
Chapter 27
HANNAH
“You can touch it,” Chrissy said, frowning at the subtle swell of her stomach. “If you want to, I mean. I just hope random women don’t try to touch me. Ew.”
I eyed my sister’s belly. At seventeen weeks, she definitely had a baby bump. The band of her yoga pants hung beneath it and her tank top stretched over it. I wondered if that was good for the baby. Poor little guy … or girl.
I looked away.
“I’m good, thanks. Maybe when it’s … kicking and stuff.” I laughed nervously. The idea of feeling something moving in my sister’s stomach appealed to me less than touching the bump. Was I lacking normal maternal instincts?
Whatever the case, I planned to support my sister all the way. She didn’t need to know that pregnancy, well, freaked me out.
“Hey, I can’t get over how nice this place is. Seriously, you live in a palace.” I gave Chrissy’s new digs a sweeping look. For the past three and a half weeks, I’d spent all my spare time in moving mode: angsting over the Corral Creek home inspection, boxing up stuff at the condo with Matt, and driving Chrissy and her piles of junk to and from our parents’ house and her swanky new downtown condominium.
“Right? I kind of hit the jackpot.” Chrissy traipsed through the living room, which was filled with stylish furniture, to the wraparound balcony. Denver sprawled below.
“I mean, it’s really … nice that Seth set you up like this.”
“Nice? I guess so. It’s the least he could do, if you think about it.”
I pursed my lips. I didn’t want to get into a fight with Chrissy. Still, I didn’t like her tone: the jackpot, the idea that Seth owed her anything. It takes two, Sis.
“Have you heard from him much?” I said.
“Sure, we talk all the time.”
“How does he seem?”
“Fine. Busy.” She folded her arms over her stomach and beamed at me. “Can you believe we’re dating brothers?”
“It’s … pretty crazy.” Again, I wanted to snap at her. I wasn’t dating Matt. We were engaged to be married. Our love was real and trial-tested, whereas Chrissy’s only hold on Seth, as far as I could tell, was the baby.
But maybe she sensed that, and maybe her attitude grew out of insecurity.
“I’m sure he’ll move in here when he’s not touring so much.” She hummed and fluttered the drapes. “He wants me to get an ultrasound to see about the gender, but I’m waiting for him.”
“Waiting—what do you mean?”
“I think it’s something we should do together. Hey, are you gonna give me that, or what?” She looked at the flat cardboard box in my hand, one of Matt’s old shirt boxes. I had tied a purple ribbon around it.
“Oh, yeah.” I handed it to her. “I just came over to give you that, really. Kind of a housewarming thing, now that you’re settled.”
While she opened the box, I tucked my fingers into my pockets and surveyed the condo again. Matt still wanted nothing to do with helping Chrissy, but at least he “let me” help her. My arms ached from carrying boxes and moving furniture—heavy lifting that my pregnant sister couldn’t do. In a matter of weeks, she’d transformed from carelessly smoking mother-to-be to neurotically terrified of anything that might harm her baby.
More proof, I thought, that she viewed the baby as a means to an end.
That end being Seth Sky.