Apb: Baby. Julie Miller

“Are you hurt?”

      “Lucy,” he prompted, dismissing her concern. “Give me an answer.”

      She pulled away and shrugged, wondering how long she was going to feel that stiff catch in her chest, and how much of it had to do with hitting the ground so hard and how much had to do with learning Niall’s shape in a far-too-intimate way. “I heard voices. Someone was fighting on the basement stairs, and they ran out. One of them got on the elevator, maybe. I was half-asleep.”

      “Where’s the baby?”

      “Tommy.” Her blood chilling at what a doofus she was turning out to be at this whole instant-motherhood thing, Lucy ran back to the side exit. She slid her key card into the lock and pulled the door open.