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The doctor moved the wand lower, the movement catching Demi’s attention again.
After a minute or two, she pulled the wand off her stomach and wiped it off with a towel. “I’ll have the doctor come in now and talk to you.”
While they waited for the doctor, Demi and Ledger gave each other awkward glances. When the doctor entered, she offered them both a comforting smile.
“Everything looks good. No placental abruption. You’re lucky. Usually I recommend that you go on bedrest for a week to ensure the safety of the baby.”
Demi opened her mouth to protest, but Ledger’s warm, rough fingers closed around hers, stealing any words right off her lips.
“I’ll make sure she obeys orders.” He looked down at Demi, his eyes burning with determination. “I’m here for her.”
Chapter Six
Someone had strapped Ledger’s emotions onto a rollercoaster. Hell, he wasn’t even sure he was buckled in for the ride.
A father.
He’d heard the baby’s heartbeat.
Part of him wanted to throw up, while the other part felt like heading straight to Badlands and buying everyone a round of drinks to celebrate.
In the car seat next to him, Demi sat unmoving, her fingers clasped in her lap. He couldn’t quit stealing glances at her. The fact that she’d been attacked—right there on the Gracey Ranch, right under their fucking noses, had him ready to load his weapon and hunt down the bastard who’d shoved her.
Now he understood the urgency in his friends to hunt down their enemy and end the conflict. Colton, Hunter and Carver had each dealt with an attack on the women they loved, and while Ledger didn’t feel that way about Demi, he did care about her welfare.
The pulsating throb of that swift heartbeat had changed him.
He was going to be a father.
Or he would be if Demi chose to keep the child.
When he pulled into the driveway of her home, she turned her head to look at him, one hand already on the door handle.
He quickly hit the lock button to keep her inside. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“Into my house. Thank you for all you did today, Ledger. I know we still need to talk, but I’m exhausted—”
He couldn’t hold back the low groan that escaped. “I said I’d take care of you, and I will. Hand over your house keys.”
She gaped at him. “Why?”
“I’m getting your things.”
“What for?”
“So I can take you back to the ranch with me.”
“You can’t be serious about that. I’ll stay home. I’ll rest.”
He eyed her. “You can’t even stay in the truck without putting up a fight.” He held out his palm, and she reluctantly slapped the keys into his palm.
He stared down at the keyring in the shape of a small Labrador Retriever.
“It’s my favorite breed. I grew up with one.”
He nodded and closed his fingers around the warm metal she’d pulled out of her jeans pocket. “Lock the doors. Don’t leave or roll down the windows.”
“How would you possibly know what I need to bring with me?”
