I Am Yours (Heartbeat #3) by Faith Sullivan

before they arrived?” Even a little doubt on this topic can go a long way. I hold my breath, waiting for his answer.
    “No.” His response is dejected but firm.
    I’m just about to give up when inspiration strikes. “Can I see your phone?”
    “Yeah, sure.” He slips it out of his pocket, handing it to me without asking why.
    I scroll through the list marked ’recents,’ but there’s no record of Kelly’s call. I keep going down and there’s nothing for the one she placed this morning either. How is this possible if we heard his phone ring on both occasions? Or at least I did. The first time he awoke from a dream. The second time he went into a trance. But the calls should be on the list; phones don’t lie.
    “Adam, Kelly’s calls aren’t even listed. It’s like they never happened.” I can’t keep the anxiety out of my voice. I’m starting to freak out.
    “What? That’s impossible.” He taps the screen, searching in vain. “But how…?”
    I nearly jump out of my skin when there’s a knock at the door. “Hey, you two lovebirds, is it okay for me to come in? I hope everything’s okay in there. Did you kiss and make up?”
    Shit, it’s Kelly.
    Shoving his phone into the pocket of his shorts, Adam barely has time to conceal it before Kelly saunters into the room. Crap. Why did I unlock the door when I heard her talking on the phone? I should’ve kept it locked.
    “So did you ask her?” Kelly watches me expectantly, but her questions are directed at Adam. “Ugh…you didn’t, did you?”
    “Adam, what is she talking about?” I arch an eyebrow at him, letting him know I’m upset about whatever secret she’s referring to. This isn’t going to work if he keeps hiding things from me, especially where Kelly’s involved. He has to realize that.
    “Ummm…” He’s trying to buy some time, but he doesn’t anticipate Kelly’s eagerness to spill the beans.
    “To come live with us, silly!” Kelly claps her hands in excitement, like it’s the best thing ever.
    “What do you mean us ?” My stomach is in knots, seeing where this is headed. I clutch my side as if to protect myself from what she’s about to say.
    “Adam and I are moving in together, and we want you to come and stay with us.” Kelly rushes forward, grabbing my hands, pulling me to my feet. She smothers me in her embrace but I don’t hug her back. I’m like a wooden board in her arms. Stunned, she draws back in disbelief, feeling my resistance. “Don’t you want to help me get ready for the baby?”
    “You can’t be serious?” I whirl around and confront Adam. This can’t be happening. Can he really be that gullible? Or is she like catnip to him that he just can’t resist?
    “She has nowhere else to go,” Adam mumbles, dropping his eyes from my face when he sees how angry I am. “I am the baby’s father. What would you have me do, leave her with nowhere else to go?”
    “Katie, calm down. It’s only temporary until I can get back on my feet.” Kelly starts rubbing my back, trying to reassure me. “I can’t go looking for a new apartment when I’m in the final trimester of my pregnancy. My doctor wants me to take it easy. Adam is just helping me out for the time being. That’s all. It’s not like we’ll be hooking up or anything.”
    Just hearing her say those words makes me cringe. Does she intend to steal Adam out from under me? Why is she going out of her way to insert herself into his life? I thought she was content with having him as the pseudo-uncle. Now it seems like she’s going for the whole shebang, moving in and having Adam fulfill his role as the baby’s father. She’s systematically shutting me out while appearing to invite me in.
    Adam’s eyes dart to mine at her casual mention of their sexual history. He’s addressing her, but I know he’s speaking directly to me when he says, “Kelly, there’s no way in hell we’ll be hooking up again.”
    “Oh, of course not, Adam. I was just