He nodded. “Of course you can.”
Within seconds, the storm cloud passed over her face and she let out a sigh. “So…the…woman picked you up, and…and then what?”
He wiped her face with the cool cloth. “I’d bought a bruised banana from the gas station and it was all I’d had for breakfast, so I was starving. The woman had these homemade biscuits in her air-conditioned car, and the smell nearly drove me insane. I remember she told me to take as many as I wanted.” He smiled as he began to massage her shoulder with his free hand. “I ate the whole lot and felt guilty as hell. But she said she didn’t mind.”
“Is that when you knew?” Bella whispered.
“Knew what?”
“That your luck was about to change?”
He thought about that for a moment. Luck wasn’t a word in his vocabulary—he’d never really believed in the concept of luck. But then again… “I think I knew that my luck had changed the moment I stepped foot in the Fielding dime store and those kids were calling me—” his throat almost closed “—a cripple and peg leg.”
Only the sounds of their breathing and the crackle of the fire could be heard until Bella whispered, “And then I came by with my water gun.”
Memories burned in his mind. “You sure did. Shot those boys dead center.”
A weary laugh escaped her. “They all looked like they’d just wet their pants.”
Michael smiled, remembering the look of horror on those cruel young faces—and the triumph on little Bella’s as she’d held her water pistol aloft like a .57 magnum. Maybe she was right. Was it actually possible that luck existed and that it had reached him? “That was a good day.”
“Yeah.” The look she sent him was soul-searching. “I’m really glad you’re here.”
It was as if someone had shot an arrow through his chest, jabbing his heart. Bella was counting on him to deliver this baby safely and into her arms. He wasn’t going to let her down. His life was built on conquering challenges. Tonight, he was moving from high-tech to human whether he liked it or not.
He watched as her face contorted with pain once again, then listened as she groaned and whimpered. He didn’t know much, but he did know they were getting close.
The baby was coming soon.
And he hoped to God he could make both the child and its mother proud tonight.
Night faded into dawn.
The pain was almost unimaginable, and all the control that Isabella had willed herself to possess had faded away. She felt close to collapse. But she refused to give up or give in.
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