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“Sydney James Randall, are you doubting my mental state?”
“Never.”
“Good.” She leaned into him. “I don’t want to waste another minute. Make love to me, Syd.” She whispered.
His heart jolted and his body shuddered. “As you wish. Darling.”
*****
He sat at her bedside, holding her hand, and tried to ignore the fact her face was bruised and there was a swathe of bandages around her forehead. Her shoulders, chest and ribs were also bruised. Her lush bottom lip had split in the middle and she looked so still he had to check the monitors to see if she was still breathing.
There were cuts and abrasions on her knuckles where the glass had shattered. He’d seen pictures of the vehicle and, each time he looked at them, he shuddered. She was supposed to be dead and, even now, it was touch and go.
He was going to have to wait until she wakes up to see if everything was going to be okay. He’d been shown the baby on the monitor and the heartbeat was strong.
“Oh, baby.” He whispered, stroking the bruises on her knuckles. “I’m scared. I can’t bear the thought of even stepping out of the room in case-“ He sucked in a breath and blinked the tears from his eyes. “Oh, darling,” Dropping his head, he allowed the tears to come. “Please don’t leave me.”
*****
The pain was dull and throbbing, instead of sharp and breathtaking and something was heavy on her hand. Or someone. Turning her head, she blinked away the haze of the medication to realize it was Brady.
“Hey.” She tried to croak and realized that her throat was as dry as dust. Swallowing, she tried again, nudging at him. His head flew up, the green eyes focusing on her face.
“Jesus! Jesus! Macayla, oh, darling. You’re awake.” Grabbing her hand, he dropped it immediately when she winced. “I’m sorry. Darling. I need to get the doctor.”
“Not yet. Sit.” She patted the edge of the bed. “You look like hell.”
He laughed shakily as he took his seat at her hip. “Personal grooming has been the last thing on my mind. You looked pretty banged up yourself.”
“I was in a car crash.”
“Please don’t remind me.” His eyes darkened.
“I’m sorry.”
“Time for apologies later. I need to find the doctor and call my Dad and your Mom.”
“It was Tiffany Knowles.” She whispered. “I need water.”
“Of course.” Springing off the bed, he went to pour water into a plastic cup. Bringing it over, he lifted her head carefully so that she could take sips.
“Our baby?”
“Doing a lot better than you are.” Bending, he kissed her forehead and stayed that way for a few seconds. “I thought I’d lost you. Oh God, darling, I died, I wanted to die- No.” Taking a deep breath, he straightened, the sheen of tears in his eyes. “Let me get Ian.” Before she could stop him, he slid off the bed and press the call button.
*****
“We encouraged him to go home and take a shower and get some sleep.” Michelle told her brightly, trying not to overreact at the number of bruises on her daughter’s face. She was propped up on the pillows and looking much better than she had when she was brought in. She was taking comfort from that.
“He looked wrecked.”
“That man’s life revolves around you.” She contemplated giving her daughter the news, but just as she was planning on doing so, there was a knock on the door.
“The doc said it was okay for me to come in.”
“Deon. Hey. Mom, this is- “
“We met.” Michelle rose. “Detective, is this an official visit?”
