Chapter Thirty
Colt’s stomach jumped, refusing to settle. With every groan of the porch swing, his anxiety grew. Lydia was about to bail. That had to be why she was pulling back all of a sudden. Withdrawing. She couldn’t even look at him, and that only meant one thing. She was done with him. With them. Fear spread through his veins like ice as he cast about for a place to take her, away from the well-meaning but prying eyes of their families and friends. “Why don’t we take a drive? I know someplace quiet.”
She nodded against his chest and pushed off the swing. “I’ll grab some blankets.”
Once she’d disappeared inside, Colt sprang to this feet, shaking his sweat covered palms. His breath came in short gasps as he chased after his scattered thoughts. Every self-preservation alarm in his bo
