this happen? I don’t understand.
Turner flings open my car door and pulls me out.
“Baby come on, let’s get inside the house,” he states calmly.
I nod, the sound of Journey’s wails has me reaching out to take her from his arms. My muscles tense when I think about Tina being out. She wants revenge, I know she does, and the only way she will ever be satisfied is by hurting me the only way she knows how to, the only way she can. By taking my daughter.
“Come on.”
Turner grabs my hand, pulling the two of us behind him into the house.
“She’s going to come after us, you know that, right?” I say angrily.
“She won’t find us here, babe, and there is no way in hell she would be dumb enough to even try.”
I’m furious, not at him but at this whole situation. He doesn’t know her. None of them do. She will weasel her way through the woodwork if she can find a way to get to me.
“You don’t know her, Turner. You don’t know the things she is capable of. Look at what she has accomplished already. She’s the one to blame for all of this. She orchestrated the entire thing, manipulated Trent and Caleb to go along with her, and now that she has nothing, she will come after me and she’s going to want the baby. She knows that’s the only way she can ever hurt me. She’ll kill anyone who tries to stand in her way. She’s…”
“Stop it right now. Do you honestly think that I would ever let her take our baby?”
I don’t say anything. He sighs and watches as Journey tries to stuff a handful of my hair into her mouth.
“You know what? I’m not going to let her ruin this moment. I want to see what our family has done to this house. I want you to see why I chose this one.”
My heart starts to thump in excitement. I do want to see where we will be living. I want to enjoy it all. I need to stay calm, to try not to panic so I don’t do something crazy, like tell Turner to jump in the car and drive off to God knows where.
“By the way, quit hogging my kid. Let me have her.”
He plucks her right out of my arms. Her hand goes straight into her mouth as he moves farther into the house.
“Now this is the kitchen,” Turner says, posing Vanna White style, forcing a small laugh to break out of me.
“Do you like it?” he asks.
I step in even farther. The room is bright and airy, surrounded by nothing but windows. My fingertips slide over the unique color of the granite countertop on the island, a distinctive slate gray.
“This is, wow. It’s gorgeous,” I say in amazement.
I check out the white appliances and the gray and white tile. A perfectly centered silver chandelier hangs above the island, another one above the small white dining room table, which sits a few feet back from the kitchen. I walk that way and gasp at the beauty around me.
“This is something else. Look at this room!”
It’s a sunroom, directly off of the kitchen/dining area. The view is remarkable. I stand there in awe overlooking a brilliant turquoise pool. Flashes of the three of us swimming, grilling, and having family fun surge through me.
“Whoever picked out this furniture, remind me to thank them. I couldn’t have picked out anything better,” I beam as I drape my body over the long, black leather couch and stare out the window.
“I’m not sure who did. I love it, though. What do you think, Miss Journey? You like your new home?” Turner asks her in a baby talk voice. She looks around, taking in her surroundings as if she understands what he is saying.
“I love how bright it is in here.”
I stand and walk back into the dining room, around the wall and into the living room.
“Holy shit!” I exclaim.
The matching furniture set carries a teal and white floral design. A rocking chair sits in front of the window and a brick fireplace takes up one side wall.
“Damn. This looks good,” Turner says from directly behind me.
“My favorite colors. This has to be the work of either Krista or your mom,” I say shaking my head.
“Ah, check out this television!” I do the same pose he did in the kitchen.
He smiles and nods his head, admiring the giant flat screen above the fireplace.
“Kick ass, huh?”
“It is. What