Page 38 of Shelter (The Wanderers 4)

“I get it. I didn’t think I would care. At first, I wished I would miscarry, but now that I’ve had a few days to get used to the idea, I really panicked at the thought of losing the baby. Isn’t that crazy?”

Rush turned his hand over so he could cup her cheek, glad that no one stopped him or said a word. “It’s not crazy, Haley. I feel the same way. I didn’t want to have anything to do with masturbating into a cup so someone could use my semen against my will, but knowing you’re carrying my child changes things. I swear I’ll do everything in my power to keep you safe.”

Storm set a hand on Rush’s back, surprising him. “We gotta stop introducing her to new men, Bray. She’s irresistible.”

Rush’s chest was tighter than ever. He could hug the man at his back for his kindness and understanding. These guys did not have to be so accepting. They could just as easily have told him to go fuck himself and get his damn hands off their woman.

He didn’t move for long seconds while no one spoke. He couldn’t. He needed to stay right where he was for as long as he could. He had no idea when he might get to see this amazing woman again. Days? Weeks? Never?

“Stay safe,” he finally whispered, knowing he was operating on borrowed time.

She nodded, seemingly unable to form words.

He closed his eyes as he pulled away from her and turned toward the door. Fuck. What a fucking mess.

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