does it have to be tonight? We can’t leave the island until morning. Don’t you need to call your parents and tell them we’re returning?”
“They already know,” Dylan snorted. “You know my mom has impeccable intuition.”
“Is that really it, or are you afraid that if you call, she’ll tell you the same thing I am. That it won’t be any safer in Brightsville.”
Heaven braced for Dylan’s comeback, but he was still wallowing in the hurt of her refusing his touch. “Maybe it won’t be,” he said, his eyes moving to the stars, “but at least we’ll have something we don’t have here—the support of experienced psychics.”
Layne scoffed at the remark as he shook his head. “You’re making a mistake. You’re going to put her in danger.”
“Well then, I guess it’s a good thing you’ll be with us.”
Dylan’s eyes dropped back to Layne’s as both men began another stare down. What irritation didn’t show on their face vibrated in their energy. She sensed every anger-filled thump.
Wedging herself between them, she glared at Layne, and then Dylan, before shaking her head. “At least when the baby is born, I’ll have plenty of experience baby-sitting.” Regret rolled through her connection with both, but she was too pissed to appreciate it. “Do you think you two can avoid killing each other while I go pack?”
“We’re fine,” Dylan assured her. “I’ll be in to help you in a moment.”
She hesitated taking another step, only because she didn’t know if they would draw blood the second she entered the house. She narrowed her eyes on Layne again, and then her husband. “You promise you won’t bash each other in the face?”
A chuckle rumbled from both. One even snorted, but both nodded. What a miracle it would be if they kept their promise.
She released a breath, moving toward the door with quick steps. The sooner she could pack their bags, the better. Even if they couldn’t leave the island until morning, at least they’d be away from the cottage and out of harm’s way.
Because Dylan was right. They had dreamed of the future before. Everything in those dreams came true. She couldn’t take a chance on this one being different. Not without putting Dylan and Layne in danger, and her dau—
She stopped in the threshold, tossing Dylan another glance. More flashes of the dream flitted through her mind, like the way his lips curled upward, the way he pressed them to her belly, and said words that moved her soul.
“Is something wrong?” he asked, taking a few steps in her direction.
“Nothing’s wrong, I just… I have to know something.” She watched as he cocked his head to the side, drawing his brows down. “In the dream, you told me something about the baby. Do you remember what you said?”
A few more steps brought him within a foot of the door. Humor played in his eyes as he nodded again. “Yes.”
“So is it true? Are we having a girl?”
He gave Layne another look-over, but the moon held his friend’s attention. Then he turned his eyes back to her. The smile stretching across his face took even longer to spread, and when it finally did, her heart pinched.
“Guess we’ll know for sure in a few months.”
* * *
Dylan stared at the sliding glass door as Heaven’s footsteps faded toward the back of the cottage. The only sound that remained was the waves crashing in with the high tide. He savored the thought of his wife’s smile, how her curiosity swirled around him when she asked about their baby’s gender.
He couldn’t tell her the truth. She wanted to be surprised when the baby was born, as had he, but he couldn’t deny that he enjoyed the connection with his child. Enjoyed how much love radiated in that tiny soul every time Heaven caressed her stomach.
He’d give his life to save them both, because he couldn’t face what happened in the dream. There were no words to describe his gratitude when he’d awakened. Nor were there any to describe the
“They already know,” Dylan snorted. “You know my mom has impeccable intuition.”
“Is that really it, or are you afraid that if you call, she’ll tell you the same thing I am. That it won’t be any safer in Brightsville.”
Heaven braced for Dylan’s comeback, but he was still wallowing in the hurt of her refusing his touch. “Maybe it won’t be,” he said, his eyes moving to the stars, “but at least we’ll have something we don’t have here—the support of experienced psychics.”
Layne scoffed at the remark as he shook his head. “You’re making a mistake. You’re going to put her in danger.”
“Well then, I guess it’s a good thing you’ll be with us.”
Dylan’s eyes dropped back to Layne’s as both men began another stare down. What irritation didn’t show on their face vibrated in their energy. She sensed every anger-filled thump.
Wedging herself between them, she glared at Layne, and then Dylan, before shaking her head. “At least when the baby is born, I’ll have plenty of experience baby-sitting.” Regret rolled through her connection with both, but she was too pissed to appreciate it. “Do you think you two can avoid killing each other while I go pack?”
“We’re fine,” Dylan assured her. “I’ll be in to help you in a moment.”
She hesitated taking another step, only because she didn’t know if they would draw blood the second she entered the house. She narrowed her eyes on Layne again, and then her husband. “You promise you won’t bash each other in the face?”
A chuckle rumbled from both. One even snorted, but both nodded. What a miracle it would be if they kept their promise.
She released a breath, moving toward the door with quick steps. The sooner she could pack their bags, the better. Even if they couldn’t leave the island until morning, at least they’d be away from the cottage and out of harm’s way.
Because Dylan was right. They had dreamed of the future before. Everything in those dreams came true. She couldn’t take a chance on this one being different. Not without putting Dylan and Layne in danger, and her dau—
She stopped in the threshold, tossing Dylan another glance. More flashes of the dream flitted through her mind, like the way his lips curled upward, the way he pressed them to her belly, and said words that moved her soul.
“Is something wrong?” he asked, taking a few steps in her direction.
“Nothing’s wrong, I just… I have to know something.” She watched as he cocked his head to the side, drawing his brows down. “In the dream, you told me something about the baby. Do you remember what you said?”
A few more steps brought him within a foot of the door. Humor played in his eyes as he nodded again. “Yes.”
“So is it true? Are we having a girl?”
He gave Layne another look-over, but the moon held his friend’s attention. Then he turned his eyes back to her. The smile stretching across his face took even longer to spread, and when it finally did, her heart pinched.
“Guess we’ll know for sure in a few months.”
* * *
Dylan stared at the sliding glass door as Heaven’s footsteps faded toward the back of the cottage. The only sound that remained was the waves crashing in with the high tide. He savored the thought of his wife’s smile, how her curiosity swirled around him when she asked about their baby’s gender.
He couldn’t tell her the truth. She wanted to be surprised when the baby was born, as had he, but he couldn’t deny that he enjoyed the connection with his child. Enjoyed how much love radiated in that tiny soul every time Heaven caressed her stomach.
He’d give his life to save them both, because he couldn’t face what happened in the dream. There were no words to describe his gratitude when he’d awakened. Nor were there any to describe the
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