Courtney POV.
“I’m sorry for giving you a fright. That was not my intention, so please lower your gun and let us talk like civilised women, yes?” She says, her voice is thick but at the same time is it is melodious. It makes her sound sweet and innocent. But I know better.
“How did you find me and how the f**k did you get into my house?” I ask her, and she smiles softly at me and chuckles.
“Both excellent questions. I will answer you only when you sit down and get comfortable. I’m sure you don’t want to go into early labour now? Come, I won’t hurt you. If I wanted to, I would have done so when I slipped in through your back door while you were on the porch swing.” She says, raising an eyebrow at me. Damnit, I didn’t lock the back door.
“What, so you have trained raccoons now?” I say an
