Chapter 147: FEARING THE TRUTH: VALERIE

Not long after our conversation Flynn filled the tub and we both sat together just wallowing in the water to sooth some of the tension of the day. Using the bath as a sanctuary, I lay with my back to his front and basked in our closeness. His gentle hands swept up and down my front, but gone were the sexual overtones in his touch. They were soothing and comforting hands that reconnected us in a way that seemed to have been forgotten today.

At one point, I felt flutters inside my belly and guided Flynn's hand to the spot on my belly where I'd felt our baby kick. Flynn was too honest that time, and when he'd said he felt nothing, I stupidly cried again because he'd given me his honest answer. Maybe he was right - if he'd told me who was on the phone or where he was going before he'd gone who knows how I'd have reacted.

Pregnancy hormones were a total bitch.

Flynn stepped out of the tub and pulled a warm fluffy towel from the rack beside the door.