Resonance of Stars (Greenstone Security #5) - Anne Malcom Page 0,118

heavy.

The press had picked up the story...somehow. Not all of it, of course. If that were the case I’d be paying a defense attorney a small fortune to keep me out of prison. No, the Sons of Templar and their resident hacker were far too careful to let anything about what happened in Amber leak.

With everything going on, I hadn’t even worried about the possibility that I’d be connected to Kitsch’s death. Not that he’d died, publicly, just “disappeared.” I’d trusted the Sons of Templar and Rosie—trusted them with my life—despite barely knowing them.

Duke trusted them too, since he didn’t seem too worried about me getting hauled in for interviews. The FBI and detectives had been in touch when I appeared back in time for the trial—which was announced days after the ordeal in Amber. I’d attended, of course. Kitsch was a no-show. They’d tried to get me to go into protective custody. I’d argued that I now had private security. Keltan had made phone calls.

At some point, someone talked. Someone told the media that I was the key witness in the case. Not just that, but that I was pregnant.

And there had been many attempts to get interviews. Millions of dollars for the first photos of the baby. Greenstone Security handled everything to do with our privacy and somehow, not one reporter had discovered the location of the ranch.

In this day and age, in this industry, such a thing was almost impossible.

Almost.

When you had a team of badass macho-men looking to protect their buddy and pregnant wife...anything was possible.

Wife—another title that was new to me, just like mother.

Both scared the absolute crap out of me, but I’d never had a free second to properly inspect them.

Since the second I’d told Duke...things had changed. Starting with him all but dragging me off the red carpet at one of the most important award shows of the year and fucking me in a bathroom. That was a very macho-man way of telling me he was happy about the pregnancy.

Neither of us really had the conversation about moving but it went without saying that we were going to the ranch. We were going home.

Duke was, of course, still working for the Greenstone Security team. As much as his family would’ve loved him to come back home and be a full-time cowboy, it didn’t work that way. You can go home again but you have to realize that home might not have changed—but you certainly had.

Duke’s family realized this now, as much as they could, and they accepted that. Whatever their son had to give, they took. Supported.

And the news of my pregnancy was welcome.

The news that we were moving up the wedding was not.

Well, it was welcomed to everyone but, you guessed it, Harriet.

“What are you having a shotgun wedding for?” she’d demanded. “We all know that neither of you are virgins and bastards are created inside of wedlock just the same as outside. I already ordered an entire new wardrobe for Tahiti. It’s island chic.”

“We never said we were going to have the wedding in Tahiti,” I said with a smile. Duke was grinning too, since he knew his grandmother and had already predicted a response like this.

“You were going to have the wedding in Tahiti because it would’ve been my dying wish.”

I froze. “You’re dying?”

Duke stopped grinning now.

I knew that Harriet was old. I knew that grandparents died, it was the cycle of life or whatever. But since all my grandparents had already died before I was born, I’d thought of it with the same detachment I’d adopted until I met Duke.

But Harriet was different.

Harriet had more energy than most twenty-year-olds. She was healthy. She wasn’t old, and she wasn’t going to die.

It was selfish, me wanting her alive because I hadn’t had enough time with her. But I also saw what a light she was to Duke’s family. She was the spine of them all.

“Everybody’s dying,” Harriet said. “I could die tomorrow. We never know. So you should get rid of all this nonsense and fly us to Tahiti.”

“You’re not allowed to emotionally blackmail me into thinking you’re dying just so you can get a free trip to Tahiti,” I snapped and Duke had relaxed.

Well, kind of. Since the pregnancy news, he’d been hyperaware of everything that may spike my moods. He’d taken away my fucking cheese and coffee, sushi too. Women were having babies in caves when humanity began. Surely I could have a fucking California Roll and a