I stand nervously by the edge of the bed, suddenly unsure as I peek over at the soldier who has climbed to his feet, his huge hands cradling the small boy gently.
What do I do now? Do I just go home? There really is no longer a reason for Maxton and I to stay with Callan in his apartment now, but the thought of returning to my tiny bakery, alone, forms a pit in my stomach.
‘Come on babe’ the soldier mutters in my ear, as strong fingers interlace with my own, ‘let’s get out of here and go home.’
I peek up at him, finding him watching me, his gaze warm and filled with something . . . staring back at me.
‘Uh . .’ I mumble uncertainly, ‘do you want to just drop us off or do you want me to get mine and Maxton’s stuff first?’
Callan’s glaze darkens as he pins me in place with those deep gre
