Chapter 47

Chelsea jostled awake. The book she had been reading dangled in her hand. It was called, The Mystifying Nine Months. Constance had given it to her.

Some noise had woken her up.

Chelsea thought it was her imagination. She leaned back on the pillow, wondering if she should try to go back to sleep or keep reading. Then she thought she heard grunting outside.

“It might be the dogs.”

Tippy, the fuzzy white house cat, was quietly snoozing at the foot of the bed. It didn’t seem like she had heard a thing.

Chelsea shrugged and picked up her book. She had nearly jumped out of her skin when the glass door to the balcony rattled. Her head snapped over to see it slowly opening. She shrieked.

“Shh!” Derek hushed as he darted inside.

“What . . . what the hell,” she chopped out breathlessly. He had nearly scared her to death.

“I just needed –”

There was a knock at the door.