Courtney POV.
I wake in the morning to my bean wriggling against my bladder. I rub my bump and chuckle before I rip the quilt back and head to the bathroom. I packed last night and my bags were moved to the back of the truck. All I have to do is appear like I’m going to my appointment.
When I left the office last night, Chloe was sitting in the bar typing away on her phone. I ignored her and made a sandwich before I headed to my room and settled down for the night. But I can’t shake this feeling that something is off.
Like something is going to happen. The sooner we move, the better. I quickly shower and get ready for the day. I leave the safety of my room and head to the kitchen and begin making breakfast. I’m cooking up a storm when the door opens and I turn my head and see Chloe stan
