Indy paced her room. Her project had taken the one successful turn she’d needed and was almost complete. The music from the party floated up the stairs. From her window, she’d watched guests arrive by limo or town car. Having the party in a residential neighborhood must’ve caused a stir, because very few people drove and parked their own cars.
Unless that was the norm for Griffin. Maybe he only knew the superrich.
Then she thought of the O’Learys and KD’s Diner. No, he never got too far from his roots. She twirled the ring on her left hand again. He expected her to marry him. He called the baby “our baby.”
Nerves fluttered in her stomach, and she rubbed the huge protrusion that had become her body. The dress that Griffin bought looked better on her than she had imagined. She glanced in
