She had her feet up on the coffee table beside the can she was still nursing and her hands resting on her belly. “Everything alright?” He dropped down beside her and polished off the rest of her coke.
“I haven’t heard anything from downstairs.” She leaned her head against the back of the couch. “I decided I didn’t want to know.”
“She’s gone. Police picked her up and had her transferred to General.” Elijah shook his head. “Ridiculous.”
Charity didn’t care. She refused to give that woman another moment of her time. She shifted her hands over to the right. “This little guy has been dancing ever since I sat down.”
Elijah leaned over and placed his hand over hers. “Really?”
“It might be from the pop.”
“Oh no! We’ve got a caffeine freak?” He grinned when Charity moved her hand and a ripple of movement fluttered.