Chapter 21
Indy sat on her bed surrounded by fabric: swatches for school and cute, little baby pajamas. The clothes made it hard to focus on schoolwork. Four weeks left of school, six until she had the baby, maybe less if her calculations held true. Luckily both classes met only once a week and had no finals, only projects.
A knock at the door brought her head up and stilled her fingers fondling material.
Griffin opened the door without waiting for her to respond. She wanted to admonish him for the act, but she felt she had no place doing so. It was his house. But he’s trying to make it mine, she thought, remembering her cows in the kitchen, the pinball down the hall, and the tire swing in the yard.
He stood in the doorway. “I’m disappointed. I thought I’d catch you changing.”
“You’re
