Page 42 of Totally Shipped
I shudder, remembering all the times I’d been by the pool, or collecting fruit and got the strange feeling someone was watching me. An image of Harvey lurking behind bushes comes into my head.
I shudder again.
“If you want me to be taken care of,” I say, “I’ll need plenty of rest, food and water. Can you do that for me?”
Harvey’s eyes are wild.
“Brooke, you don’t think I know how to care for you? Our baby” he asks, sounding wounded.
I don’t respond—what can I say?
That I’m not Brooke, and that this is not his baby?
I imagine he wouldn’t take that very well, so I just give him a weak smile.
“Don’t worry, I have everything we need set up. After all, we are going to be a family, so I’ve made a family home for us. You don’t have to be brave any more—I’ve got you. I know we’ve had our problems, but we can start over now.”
Kidnapping, sexual assault. Yep, we’ve had our problems.
I decide against saying anything controversial. He’s not going to let me just waltz away from here, so why poke the bear?
“It’s fine if it takes you a little while to get used to your new circumstances,” he says, his voice now emotionless. “But you don’t have any choice. You think you and a baby could survive out here without me?”
My mind freezes at the idea of still being Harvey's captive by the time I go into labor.
Harvey gives me a wide grin.
“Come along now, Brooke. We’ll be home soon.”
GRAY
Shit.
I half expected Daisy to be at the beach, sitting around the campfire with Rex and Key.
But no.
The fire is burning, though, and Rex has obviously been fishing. There are eggs and fish cooking, and bushels of collected fruit. Fuck, I’m ravenous.
I hope Daisy has managed to find some food.
“Uncle Gray!”
“Hi, sweetpea.”
Rex looks up and I shake my head.
“Killian came back not long ago. He didn’t see anything either.”
I look around, but there is no Irishman to be seen.
“He went to the pool,” Rex adds.
“You want some breakfast, Uncle Gray?”
“Thanks.”
I approach the fire, feeling dazed, then slump down. I guess I’ll eat, and then I’ll head off on the search again. Fuck, if only we had some walkies, it would make everything a lot easier.
