Hearts in Darkness Collection by Laura Kaye

Chapter Twenty-One

Makenna left her four-month check-up and knew the time had come—she had to tell Caden about the baby. The ultrasound appointment was in two weeks, and there was no reason to keep putting the conversation off, except that she was nervous as hell about doing it.

Driving through the early evening darkness, Makenna made her way to Caden’s house. This conversation couldn’t happen by phone or text or email. She had to do it face to face—not just because it was the right way to go about it, but because she needed to see Caden. To see how he was. To see how he reacted to the news. She just needed to see him.

Because Caden Grayson was an ache inside her that wouldn’t go away.

She pulled into his cul-de-sac to find his house dark and his parking place empty. Echoing the trip she’d made over a month ago, she drove to the little firehouse on the other side of Fairlington—but this time she found his Jeep.

He’d gone back to work.

Makenna’s chest swelled with emotion. If he’d gone back, that must mean he was okay, and that made her happy. But the fact that he’d gone back to work—but not come back to her—really must mean that whatever sliver of hope she’d been holding out for them was completely pointless.

If he was going to come back, he’d have done it.

At least, now she knew.

Anyway, that’s not what telling him about the baby was about. More than that, she didn’t want Caden back if the baby was the only reason he wanted to be in her life. So. Fine.

As she parked her car along the curb, the clock on the dash said that it was nearly 5:30. His shift probably ended at seven tonight or seven tomorrow morning, depending on the schedule—the firehouse had an overlapping shift system to ensure they were always staffed and could give the guys adequate days off after working twenty-four hours at a time. Which meant she could either go in there and talk to him. Or she could wait.

After waiting two months, she would’ve thought the idea of a few more hours would’ve been nothing. But knowing Caden was just across the street in that building—so close—after all this time apart nearly had Makenna crawling out of her skin.

She’d given him time and space. Just like he’d asked. Now she was done with that. This baby was coming whether either of them was ready or not.

Without letting herself overthink it any further, Makenna shut off the car and got out. Flurries whirled around her, and she ducked her head against the freezing wind and zipped her thick coat up to her neck.

On a nice day, the guys often had the doors to the bays open, their trucks on display. But those doors were closed up tight against this weather, so Makenna headed to the office door on the side. Belly going for a loop-the-loop, she let herself into the reception area, setting off a buzzer. No one stood behind the counter.

After a few seconds, a young guy she didn’t know came in from the back. “Can I help you?”

“Hi,” she said. “Is Caden Grayson here?”

“Grayson? Yeah.” He gave her an appraising look that rushed heat into her cheeks. “I’ll get him.”

The guy disappeared into the hallway beyond. “Grayson!” he yelled, making Makenna’s cheeks burn a little hotter. “Visitor.”

Makenna stuffed her hands in her pockets and blew out a shaky breath.

An exchange of words down the hall caught her ear—because she heard Caden’s voice. Hearing it was a relief and a heartache. She braced in anticipation of seeing him walk through the door.

And then he did.

Be strong, Makenna.

“Hi,” she said, drinking him in with her eyes. He looked…so fucking good. Gorgeous, as always, with that strong jaw and that masculine face and those broad shoulders. He was a little thinner, but the dark circles were nearly gone from beneath his eyes and everything about him seemed…lighter somehow. Like he stood taller, moved easier.

“Makenna, what are you doing here? Are you okay?” he asked, coming around the counter to her. He stopped an arm’s length away.

“I’m sorry to bother you at work, but I—”

“No, I’m sorry.” He rubbed his hand over the scar on his head. “I didn’t mean it that way. Just surprised, is all.”

“I know. I was hoping we could talk for a minute. It shouldn’t take long,” she said. Well, actually, it was going to take the next eighteen years, at least. But what needed to happen just then shouldn’t take long.

“Uh, yeah. Yeah, of course,” he said. “Come inside with me?”

Her heart squeezed as a little voice inside her said, I’d follow you anywhere, Caden. Don’t you know that? But all she said was, “Sure.”

She followed him around the counter, a ridiculous little thrill fluttering through her when their arms brushed as they walked down the white cinder-block hall.

For some reason, that sensation made her think of the first time she ever touched him. That night they were trapped in the elevator. After maybe two hours, they’d both gotten hungry and shared two snacks and a bottle of water that Makenna had in her bag. Because they couldn’t see one another to hand off the water, they’d slid it back and forth across the floor until they encountered the other person’s hand. By then, she’d already learned just how much they had in common and become intrigued by Caden, and those little touches from a man she’d talked to but never seen had been thrilling.

Walking beside Caden after so long apart, that night seemed like it’d happened a million years before.

Laughter and trash talk spilled out of a room off to the left. Having been to the station before, Makenna knew it was the kitchen and dining room. A quick peek in as they passed it revealed that the table was full, and all the guys had plates of food in front of them. She caught Bear’s eye as she and Caden walked by.

“I’m sorry I interrupted your dinner,” she said, peering up at Caden.

“Don’t be,” he said in a quiet voice.

At the end of the hall, they turned to the right. “Let’s, uh, let’s go in here,” he said, pushing a door open for her. He flicked on the light, revealing two rows of bunk beds along the walls, all neatly made.

The door shut, closing them in together.

Makenna’s heart tripped into a sprint.

Caden’s gaze raked over her and finally settled on her face, his eyes filled with an intensity she didn’t understand. “You look really great, Makenna.”

“Uh, thanks,” she said, the compliment catching her off guard. “You look good, too. Better.” Better than before, she thought, but she didn’t want to get caught up in talking about the past when what she needed to discuss with him was the future. “So—”

“Did you have a good Christmas?” he asked, stepping a little closer.

She tilted her head, trying to read him. “Um. Sure. I went home to Philly. It was…it was nice.”

On top of the awkwardness, an odd tension filled the space between them, like they were magnets that didn’t know whether they were supposed to attract or repel.

Because the attraction was definitely there—at least for her. Her body was hyperaware of his. How much taller than her he was. How close he stood. How broad his chest was. How his hands fisted and his jaw ticked.

He reached out and fingered the end of her hair, then seemed to think better of it and pulled his hand away. “Your hair’s gotten longer.”

The fleeting touch had Makenna’s heart pounding in her chest. Desire and yearning roared through her, and she didn’t know whether to be annoyed at herself for responding that way or climb him. Or both.

“Yeah,” she managed. “I just haven’t gotten around to it.” She shrugged, because why they were talking about her hair, she wasn’t sure. “Look, Caden,” she said, wanting to take control of things. “I need to—”

Dooodo, dooodo, dooodo

The tones of the station alerting system sounded loudly in the small space and blue and red lights on the ceiling started flashing—the color combination communicated that they had a fire and medical call. Caden had taught her that the first time she’d visited there. The dispatcher’s voice spilled from a speaker in the ceiling with the details of the call.

“Shit,” Caden said, his face going serious but his eyes filled with something that looked a lot like disappointment. “I’m really sorry, but I gotta go.”

Makenna’s stomach fell. “I know,” she said. “Duty calls.”

“I’d rather stay and talk to you,” he said, stepping closer, so close that she could’ve leaned forward and his chest would’ve easily cushioned her weight. “I don’t know how long I’ll be. This day has been a bear, and the freezing rain we’re supposed to get tonight probably means more of the same,” he rushed out.

She caught the scent of his clean, crisp aftershave. “Will you promise to call me? When you have time to talk. As soon as you can?” Makenna nailed him with a stare.

Heated brown eyes blazed down at her—or maybe that was her projecting what she felt and what she wished. “I’m on tomorrow, too, but I can promise that.”

“I mean it, Caden,” she said.

And then he stole her breath. He cupped the back of her head in his hand and pressed a kiss to her forehead, then one to her cheek. He nuzzled the side of her face. “I promise,” he said.

Oh God. His heat, his touch, this confusing moment of bliss. It ended in an instant.

“I’m sorry. You know your way out, yeah?” he said, already opening the door.

Stunned, all Makenna could do was nod. “Be careful,” she called.

But he was already gone.

And Makenna had no idea how to interpret what’d just happened.

* * *

Fuck. Fuckfuckfuck.

That was the general tenor of Caden’s thoughts as he and his partner pulled out of the bay in response to the call. He couldn’t believe…so much. That Makenna had come to see him. That he’d had her right there in front of him. And that they’d been interrupted before he could say even one of the things that needed to be said.

And before she could tell him why she’d come. Curiosity curled through his gut. Why had she come to see him? After all this time? He was dying to know, but wasn’t sure what the next thirty-six hours of his double shift might entail for him given the shit show bad weather usually created. And he didn’t want to leave anything up to chance. Glad he wasn’t driving for this one, he pulled out his phone and shot off a text.

It was damn good to see you, Red. Do you maybe want to get together Friday night to talk? I’m serious about keeping my promise.

Not just the one he’d made to call her, but the one he’d made to himself to live with no regrets.

He hit Send and nearly held his breath.

Makenna responded in less than a minute. I have an on-site meeting in Loudoun County on Friday and won’t get home until late. Saturday morning? It was good to see you, too.

That last line made him smile, even though having to wait an extra night was going to kill him. The only reason he hadn’t driven right from the Pittsville FD to Makenna’s apartment the day before was because he’d wanted to touch base with his therapist first. Just to make sure he’d thought all this through the right way. Because when Caden went to Makenna, he wanted it to be for keeps. If by some miracle she was willing to give him a second chance, he didn’t want to do anything to fuck it up. Ever again.

He texted back. Saturday morning works. Your place, or?

My place. Be careful, Makenna replied.

You, too, Red.Caden’s fingers itched to type more. But he’d wait. Because now he knew exactly when he’d have his shot to get the life he most wanted.

And this time, nothing was going to stand in his way.