Chapter Four
Aknock sounded on the bedroom door, startling Elizabeth.
She had just called and ordered the pizza.
There was no way they’d have it here already, even if they were just a couple of doors down the road.
And the box store should have sent her a text when the delivery got close. She checked her phone. Nothing.
“Who’s there?” she called as she lifted the slip over her head and let the length fall down her body.
“It’s me, Elle.”
They didn’t identify themselves, but they didn’t have to. Even if she hadn’t recognized the voice, there was only one person who called her Elle. How had he found her?
She went to the door and opened it, staying behind the door to keep from flashing anyone else in the hall that she barely had anything on.
“Get in here,” she said, peeking her head around the door so she could see him.
He’d changed clothes and now wore jeans, a t-shirt, that leather vest thing he wore these days and boots.
She felt underdressed, but knew that was Mama’s voice in her head.
“How did you find me, Kevin?” She shook her head, “I mean Hex. I’m sorry.
I’m trying.” He stepped inside and she closed the door behind him.
“I have my ways, Elle. I wanted to check on you. You took off like the hounds of hell were on your ass. I needed to make sure you’re all right. I thought you might need to unwind a bit. I brought something that might help.” He lifted one hand from his side.
How had she not noticed he was holding something? Much less a bottle of her favorite whiskey?
As soon as she spotted the bottle she started laughing. She knew she needed to stop. Kevin was looking at her like she’d lost her mind. And maybe she had. She didn’t know what she was going to do about the baby, but she knew that until she decided, she wouldn’t be doing anything that might hurt it.
But she couldn’t stop. It was too funny. Or maybe funny wasn’t the right word. Ironic? Considering how she’d gotten into this situation, with Kevin and a night of too much alcohol, ironic fit.
After a couple of minutes her laughter turned to tears.
Try as she might, she couldn’t stop that either.
Kevin stared at her for a moment then sighed, set the bottle of whiskey on the cabinet with the TV she hadn’t even bothered to turn on, then pulled her into his arms. He moved them to the bed where he sat and pulled her into his lap and held on to her.
Elizabeth didn’t say anything. She couldn’t. Her tears had become sobs, and she could barely catch her breath as she buried her face against his neck and gave in to the need to let out all the emotion she’d held in, the things she’d hidden from everyone, including herself, all day long.