Page 137 of I Replaced His Husband
"See what I can do?"Yeah, he really had. In record time.
I stepped out into a corner of the garden and hit play, heart pounding.
There was crackling at first, then the sound of panting, someone out of breath, like he really had been running.
Then a strained whisper, rough and broken:
"Shooting at Adam’s house!"
The dispatcher asked them to repeat it.
"Shooting at Adam Darnell’s house, three victims."
Then there was a loud crack, and the call cut off.
My blood pressure was through the roof. I listened to the file over and over, thirty times, maybe more. The voice was just a whisper, clearly trying not to be recognized.
Not much to go on, but somehow it felt like someone young. Not a kid, but definitely not an old person either.
It still didn't tell me much because if the Sanderses had hired some bodyguards, they certainly wouldn't be old men. This person must have evacuated from the forest in a matter of minutes, sprinting to his car or hiding spot. Also, this explained why the voice was so out of breath.
I listened again and again, trying to picture it, to catch any crack, nuance, or hint of who it might be.
But nothing came.
I went back inside.
Kay was sitting in the same spot and jumped to his feet the moment he saw me, almost as if he wasn’t pregnant at all. He came closer, and I smiled tenderly before kissing his temple.
"Let’s go to the room, you look tired," I murmured.
We left, followed by the thoughtful gazes of his two brothers.
In the room, I managed to convince Kay to take a bath; I wanted him to relax a bit more. I filled the tub with water; this bathroom actually had one, which was a nice change. Soon, Kay was soaking in warm, bubbly water while I took a quick shower.
When we came back to the room, Kay stood there for a moment, staring idly at the bed.
No nest. All of his nesting materials were left at Adam's house.
"Don’t worry. I’ll bring you everything we need to make this room feel cozier," I assured him softly, and he looked at me with gratitude.
He sat down on the comforter, and for a while, we stayed silent.
"It’ll be safer for us here, you’ll see. This house has much better security than Adam’s place," I assured him, just to say anything, to fill the stressful silence.
He nodded and pulled out his phone, which had just pinged.
While he was reading his messages, I walked over to the window.
Our new room had a big balcony with an ocean view, definitely an upgrade from Adam’s place with its Juliet balcony and claustrophobic, hedge-walled garden.
For a long moment, I stared blankly at the gray horizon.
Kay was sitting on the bed, typing something. His hand toyed with his braid, then slowly unraveled it, running his fingers through the strands almost absentmindedly. When I saw his hair down like that, my pulse kicked up a notch.
He looked up at me from under his lashes.
"I just got a DM from your dad. He says he hopes we’re okay now and wants to know… how's your back?"
