Silent Reckoning. Debra Webb
Читать онлайн книгу.
the people at the table started talking at once. I tried to keep up, but let’s face it, I could only read lips so fast. And it was impossible to read the words of two or more talking at once. I didn’t even try. Let them hash it out. I was hungry. I intended to eat.
As I lifted a forkful of rice to my mouth Sarah covertly winked at me and lifted a forkful of rice to her own mouth. At least I had one person on my side. I could always count on Sarah. She’d been my best friend long before she’d become my sister-in-law.
We ate while the others argued about what was best for me. Eventually their bellies lured their attention back to their plates and the conversation died an overdue death.
I glanced at Sarah to flash her a conspirator grin but my grin slipped when I saw her grimace again. Another Braxton-Hicks? Maybe that baby couldn’t wait to join this rowdy group. I wondered if he or she would be on my side. I could use a little more support.
The dinner topic stayed clear of me and my work for the rest of the meal. Thank God.
As usual when the feasting was done, the men retired to the den to watch the news and talk about how they’d eaten far too much. And the women cleared the table. For all my complaining I really didn’t mind. I loved our family dinners—all but the part where everyone got into my business, anyway. Otherwise I wouldn’t trade my family for anything.
They were the best, if overprotective and misguided.
Just like my boss. Barlow was far too much like my family where protecting me was concerned. I appreciated that he cared about my safety, but I needed to do my job. I loved it. It’s who I am now.
Still, somehow I just couldn’t quench that burning need to be with him, the shimmer of heat I felt when I thought of him. It happened every darned time. But that relationship couldn’t be. Not now, with him the chief. How could I jeopardize my new career? I knew the rules. I couldn’t see any way to get around that.
Sarah rinsed the dishes, handing the plates to me one by one and I loaded them into the dishwasher. Kathy, Carla and Nancy took care of the other cleaning while my mom choreographed the routine as if none of us had ever done this before. She loved having daughters to boss around.
A plate shattered in the sink. My gaze swung from the broken pieces to Sarah, who now clutched her belly. Her eyes met mine and she said, I think this is the real thing.
Things got a little crazy from there. Michael rushed Sarah to the hospital. My mom and I drove over to their Brentwood home and picked up Sarah’s already-packed bag. The rest of the family headed to the hospital to wait out the arrival of the first Walters grandchild.
I drove to the hospital as quickly as I dared considering a drizzling rain had started to fall. Just enough to require windshield wipers but not quite a sufficient amount to keep them from squeaking across the glass. Really annoying. Hearing the sound wasn’t necessary. I could see the way the wipers dragged against the glass.
Mom knew how difficult it was for me to see her face at night with only the dash lights for illumination so neither of us spoke, yet the anticipation was palpable.
We both loved Sarah dearly and wanted only the best for her. A safe delivery and a healthy baby.
I dropped my mom off at the front of the hospital so she could get on in there. I knew she was dying to join the others. The parking garage wasn’t that crowded, so finding a spot didn’t take long.
Snagging the bag from the back seat, I slung the strap over my right shoulder and locked my Jetta. I considered the level on which I’d parked, two, and decided the quickest route to my destination would be to take the stairs to level four and use the pedestrian cross ramp. Sarah would be on the third floor. A new wave of anticipation washed over me.
I was going to be an aunt!
Being an aunt was a big responsibility. I needed to think about that and make sure I didn’t forget anything important. There would be birthday parties, special Christmas traditions like going to visit Santa at the mall, oh, and shopping. Lots and lots of shopping.
And then there was school. I would personally interview all the kid’s teachers to ensure he or she got the best. I gnawed my lower lip at that thought. Maybe I’d better not do that. I remember how badly I’d hated those kinds of parents. The ones who made teachers feel like they were lesser forms of life or incompetent at the very least.
I struck that task off my list.
Goosebumps abruptly rushed over my skin, issuing a silent warning.
I stalled. Slowly turned around.
A couple of dozen or so cars were scattered around the semidark garage. There was room for at least a hundred more. I studied the shadows, watched for the slightest variation in shading. Allowed my senses to soak up the vibes. The unpleasant but familiar smell of gasoline and oil filtered through my nostrils.
Конец ознакомительного фрагмента.
Текст предоставлен ООО «ЛитРес».
Прочитайте эту книгу целиком, купив полную легальную версию на ЛитРес.
Безопасно оплатить книгу можно банковской картой Visa, MasterCard, Maestro, со счета мобильного телефона, с платежного терминала, в салоне МТС или Связной, через PayPal, WebMoney, Яндекс.Деньги, QIWI Кошелек, бонусными картами или другим удобным Вам способом.