The Firefighter's Secret Baby. Anna DeStefano
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Max insisted.
An incredulous laugh followed.
“Okay,” he said. “Which of my team or the cops or the EMTs do you consider unessential?”
“I can have you restrained, Lieutenant, if that’s what it takes to—”
“Try it. You’re not isolating this victim from me, Marshal Dean. Not until I—”
“You got her out alive.” Max’s voice held an edge Sam had never heard before. Or maybe it was the buzzing in her ears that was growing louder, washing over every word until she had to strain to hear. “Job well done. Now get the hell out of the way and let me do mine. Before…”
“Before what?” Randy wanted to know. “What the hell is going on?”
“We need to transport her,” another voice said. Something gripped Sam’s arm. Tight. Tighter. “Her pressure’s bottoming out. If we don’t get her and the baby to the hospital…”
The pain and the fear and Sam’s need to tell Randy to listen to Max and get out before the danger got too close—it was all fading, along with the cramping in her belly that was her baby fighting for her life. The dream was there again, reaching for her.
The one where her daughter would be okay no matter what happened to Sam. Because Randy was there. He was smiling. Promising her he’d protect their child. Inside the dream, Sam could believe in promises and happily-ever-afters.
“My baby…” she finally managed to say out loud.
His touch stroked down her hair. She felt him lean closer. “You and the baby are going to be okay.”
“Protect our daughter, no matter what,” she whispered to him. She’d spent nine months telling herself she had to let the ridiculous fantasy of being with Randy go. Now, it felt as if he was the only thing standing between their child and the danger Sam had brought into their lives. “Never should have happened…All my fault. But you have to—”
“Everything’s fine, Robyn,” Max reassured her. He was closer, too. “We’re going to get you—”
“Robyn?” Randy asked.
“Robyn Nobles. That’s your victim’s name.” There was a silent pause. “Or is there something else you need to tell me?”
“I don’t need to tell you a damn thing!”
“Please stop,” she begged them both. “It doesn’t matter anymore.”
She fumbled for Randy’s hand. She could barely feel it in her own.
Maybe it was the weakness stealing through her. Maybe it was having Randy there. But it finally felt safe. She could let the fear and the fight go. There was nothing else to do. There was only this moment. It had all come down to this. Even if she didn’t make it, there would be someone there for her daughter.
“Promise me.” She squeezed Randy’s hand. “Take care of our baby….”
“WHAT DO YOU MEAN, it’s too early to tell?” Randy had been badgering Atlanta Memorial’s top pediatric nurse for ten minutes.
He was being an ass, but his head was too full of pointless questions. He needed answers, and Kate Rhodes had been a family friend for years. As soon as she’d gotten wind that he’d ridden along with Sam’s ambulance and staked out the O.R. waiting room, she’d found him and stayed glued to his side, no matter how much he growled.
“Emma will be here soon,” she said. “I’m sure she headed over the second you called her. Once she’s here, I’ll find your victim and get more information. Her injuries looked surprisingly minor, considering what I’ve heard about the accident. But her pregnancy puts her at greater risk for complications—”
“I don’t need you to hold my hand until my big sister gets here. I need to know what’s going on. Go—”
“Not while you’re making the kind of scene that’s going to get you tossed off this floor.”
Kate dragged him to a chair. She was a tall woman, but Randy still towered over her. She got him to sit, regardless, then settled beside him. The room was silent around them. They were alone, at least for the moment. He was still soaking wet and filthy from the scene. And Kate was right—he was punch drunk, reeling from everything that had happened.
“Why are you so hung up on this victim?” she asked. “You’re usually thrilled to be the hero who walks off into the sunset. Not that anyone you’ve saved has ever complained. But it’s not like you to let the job get personal, Randy.”
No, no one complained. And no one ever got close enough to mess with the calm Randy had carved out for his life. That’s how he wanted his career. That’s how he wanted his relationships outside his family. Except for the chaos his brothers and sister supplied in a steady stream, Randy just wanted peace. A peace that had been unsettled for months by his bizarre attachment to a woman he barely knew. And now…
Don’t let him destroy our baby, too…
Your victim is a principal in one of my operations….
“Who is she?” Kate asked.
Randy managed a careless shrug. “A pregnant twentysomething who’s banged up and giving birth.”
“Yeah. I could have read that off the EMT’s report. But who’s she to you? Where are her people? It’s been hours since the accident. You’re the only one here waiting to see what happens.”
Randy nodded, even though he was certain Federal Marshal Max Dean was ruthlessly asserting his authority somewhere nearby. Which only added to Randy’s determination to get some answers. He had no reason to believe that Sam’s child was really his, or to feel responsible for their well-being. But there had been cold deliberation in Dean’s eyes. Randy couldn’t shake the unreasonable compulsion to protect Sam from the man and whatever had her so terrified.
Reason was how his world of fire and rescue worked. Except fear had taken control when he’d surprised his team and insisted on riding in Sam’s ambulance. Fear had kept him pacing at Atlanta Memorial ever since.
“I have no idea who she is,” he finally said. “But…I have to know she and her baby are okay.”
Kate nodded slowly.
“Martin said APD alerts have gone out, trying to find hits for her ID and description.” Kate’s hulking brother taught at the police academy, which gave him a lot of contacts in the Atlanta Police Department. “I suppose it’s possible no one knows she’s missing yet.”
“It’s also possible the ID we found in her purse is a dead end, and we’re not meant to find out where she and her baby belong.”
“Is that why you’re calling her Sam when her license says her name is Robyn?”
“Something like that.” Don’t tell anyone you know….
“You don’t think this was just another accident, do you?”
“Witnesses at the scene said someone hit a minivan, sending it skidding into her car. It sounds like the truck that caused the pileup had been dogging Sam for miles.”
“And how, exactly, do you know this Sam? Why don’t you want me using any other name but Robyn Nobles with the staff?”
Kate’s perfectly logical questions hung in the air, waiting for perfectly logical answers.
“Got a dollar?” Randy asked.
Kate fished into the pocket of her scrubs and handed a bill over. Randy headed for the hall and the dilapidated vending machine that had already denied him Yoo-hoo twice. Ignoring his friend, who walked at his side, Randy inserted the money into the machine.
Wrrr.
Grind.
It spat the