He sounded like her father. “Does it always have to be about money?”
He arched an eyebrow. “It does or I go broke.”
She’d been both, and she was definitely happier like this. “I can’t believe you’d lose everything. You still have family and a home. You might lose a little money, but you’ll survive. A lot of these people won’t. They can’t afford to move and pay double the rent elsewhere.”
He frowned. “What are you going to do when the lease is up?”
She blinked, fighting her anger. “Is your conscience suddenly bothering you about evicting a single mother?”
He straightened. “I’m not happy about evicting anyone. But I don’t have a choice. This deal has been in the works for months.”
“Like I said, it’s all about the almighty dollar.”
“What about the jobs this factory will create for the town? The economy isn’t that great to turn this opportunity away.”
“Does a factory have to be built on land that drives people from their homes?”
“I will find them other places to live. I’m not that cruel—I won’t put seniors and single mothers out on the street.”
“Well, you can stop worrying about me. I don’t want your charity.”
“Fine. Let’s see where your stubbornness gets you.”
“I’ve been able to take care of myself so far.”
“Then feel free to continue.” He stood and started to leave.
She tried not to let him see her fear. She raised her chin. “I will.”
Suddenly she felt her stomach tighten and she automatically covered it with her hands.
He must have seen it, too. “Are you okay?”
She nodded as she moved her hand over her belly and rubbed it, but it didn’t help. Then her back began to hurt, too. She tried to shift in the chair, but it didn’t help.
“Mia, what’s wrong?” Jarrett asked.
She shook her head. “Nothing.”
He knelt down beside her chair. “The hell it’s nothing.”
She shook her head, looking around the empty room. There wasn’t anyone else there.
His expression softened. “Mia, let me help you.”
A sharp pain grabbed her around the middle. “Oh, no,” she gasped and then looked at him. “I think the baby’s coming.”
Fifteen minutes later Jarrett pulled up at the emergency-room doors. He threw the car into Park, got out and ran around to the passenger side. He jerked open the door. Mia was taking slow measured breaths. Not good.
“Hang on, we’re almost there.”
She couldn’t hide her worried look. “It’s too early for me to go into labor. I can’t lose this baby, Jarrett.”
“And you won’t,” he promised. He had no idea what was going on, or even if the doctors could stop the contractions. “Let’s get you inside and find some help.” He slid his arms around her shoulders and under her legs, then lifted her into his arms.
“I’m too heavy,” she said.
“Are you kidding?” He smiled, taking long strides across the parking lot. “During roundup, I used to have to hoist calves a lot heavier than you.”
“You used to work on your brother’s ranch?”
“Back when I played cowboy, it was our dad’s place. That was a long time ago.”
She studied him. “I can see you as a rancher.”
His mouth twitched. “There’s the big difference, darlin’. I never did,” he drawled as he carried her through the automatic doors.
On the drive over, Mia had phoned her doctor and been told to go to the nearest emergency room, then she’d given Nola a quick call so her friends wouldn’t worry if they noticed she was gone.
Winchester Ridge Medical Center was the closest. Once inside, they were met by a nurse who led them into an exam room. Jarrett set Mia down on the bed and stepped back out of the way. Nurses immediately took her blood pressure, asking questions about due dates and the timing of the contractions. All the while, she kept looking at him.
Jarrett tried to give her some reassurance, but he didn’t know what to say.
“Excuse me,” a nurse said, getting his attention. “Are you the father?”
He shook his head, but hesitated with the answer. “No.” Mia didn’t have any family.
“Then you’ll have to leave while we examine her.”
“I’ll be right outside,” he told Mia. “Just holler if you need me.”
Jarrett stepped back behind the curtain and found a row of chairs against the wall. That was as far as he was going.
For the next few hours, Jarrett watched medical personal go in and out of Mia’s cubicle.
But no one told him a thing.
Finally they moved her down the hall to a room so they could keep monitoring her. Recalling the frightened look on her face, he knew he couldn’t leave her alone. So he followed her and camped outside her room.
He glanced up from the newspaper someone else had left and saw Nola.
He stood as the older woman walked toward him. “Mr. McKane.” She gripped his hand with both of hers. “How is Mia?”
“I don’t know any more than what I told you when I phoned. And the doctor won’t tell me anything because I’m not a relative.”
Nola nodded. “I know, I fibbed and said I was her grandmother so I could come back here.”
He walked Nola to the sofa and sat down. “How did you get here?”
“One of the parishioners from the church,” she said. “Joe can’t drive at night, and Ralph doesn’t have his license any more.” She shook her head. “Mia always takes us places we need to go.” The older woman blinked. “Oh, Mr. McKane, what if something is wrong with the baby?” Those watery hazel eyes turned to him. “She wants this baby so much.”
He already knew that. He’d never felt so helpless and he hated that. “Nola, the doctors here are good and her specialist is here, too. So try not to worry.” He put on a smile. “And will you do me another favor? Please call me Jarrett.”
She beamed at him.
He’d broken one of his cardinal rules. Not to get personally involved when it came to business. A week ago if someone told him he’d be sitting here worried about a pregnant woman and a couple of dozen retirees, he’d have told them they were crazy.
An attractive blond woman in a white coat came down the hall toward them. “Are you waiting to hear about Mia Saunders?”
They both stood. “Yes, we are,” Jarrett said. “I’m Jarrett McKane, I brought Mia in. This is Nola Madison, her…grandmother. How is she?”
The doctor smiled. “Nice to meet you both. I’m Lauren Drake, Mia’s doctor. She’s fine for now. We managed to stop the contractions, but I want her to stay overnight as a precaution.”
“What about the baby?” Nola asked.
“The fetus is thirty-four weeks, so if Mia does go into labor, she could deliver a healthy baby. Of course the longer she carries it, the better.”
“Well, we’ll do everything we can to make sure of that,” Nola said.