Joshua returned, towels in hand.
“That was fast.”
“I didn’t have to go very far.” He grinned. “I was driving really slow because I figured this was going to happen.”
She’d take that up with him later.
“I’m ready when you are.” He covered her with two of the towels and his respect for her privacy nearly made her cry. Then another wave of pain hit and she just plain didn’t care anymore. She just wanted to be done. And to sleep. Yes. Sleep would be amazing.
“Fine. Just do it.” She let out another yell and lost herself in the process of giving birth.
Kaylee wasn’t aware of time passing. She was mostly aware of the pain, but also the excitement that the end was finally here. The end...and the beginning. The beginning of a new life with a new life.
And then Joshua was placing him in her arms and everything faded once more. Only this time there was no pain, just awe. She touched the baby’s face. Her baby’s face. And he was just perfect.
She looked up to find Joshua staring at her—at them. His eyes met hers. “Thank you,” she whispered.
“You’re welcome.”
* * *
Joshua stripped his gloves from his hands and tossed them into a trash bag. He never traveled without his bag of medical supplies and, once again, it had paid off to have it.
He let his gaze travel the area, looking for the van used by Kaylee’s attacker. While he’d been focused on delivering the baby, he couldn’t help throwing glances over his shoulder every so often. He was almost surprised the man hadn’t shown up. Grateful, but surprised.
For now, Kaylee and her baby were safe, and that was all that mattered. He glanced at her and found she was still enamored with the infant in her arms. Her son.
His heart thudded at how beautiful he found the sight. Her long, blond hair feathered around her face. She’d pushed some strands behind her right ear but they didn’t want to stay there. Vivid blue eyes were now trained on her child, but Joshua remembered the fire in them when she’d tried to fight off her attacker and then again when she’d realized she was going to give birth in the back of his SUV. He drew in a deep breath. Beautiful or not, she was off-limits.
The ambulance had arrived five minutes after the baby boy had slid into his hands. Now the paramedics were waiting to take Kaylee and her son to the hospital to be checked out. His cousin, Sheriff Clay Starke, was also waiting. “Be with you in a minute.”
“Sure.”
Joshua approached the nearest paramedic, a blonde in her midthirties. “I think she’s ready.”
“Great.” She and her partner, an older guy, grabbed the gurney and rolled it over to the SUV. They gently helped Kaylee and the baby out of the back seat and onto the gurney.
Joshua re-gloved, rolled up the soiled tarp and disposed of it in the ambulance’s hazardous waste bag. He turned to find Clay talking to Kaylee. “...you know the man? Can you describe him?”
“No. I’ve never seen him before, I’m sorry. I...” She gave a small shrug and shook her head.
“Did he say what he wanted?”
“He wanted me to get in the van and, when I refused, he grabbed my arm. That’s when Joshua drove up and fought him off.”
At Clay’s raised brow, Joshua shrugged. “I did some mixed martial arts training to help deal with the stress of medical school. I picked up a few moves.”
She met his gaze. “I’ve never seen anyone fight like that. You made it look so easy.”
“At least until he pulled the gun, huh?” He could have disarmed the man with a few simple moves. And if Kaylee hadn’t been standing in the path of a possible bullet, he would have.
“Well, yes, but still, that was pretty amazing.”
He smiled. “I’ve had some practice.”
She bit her lip. “Thank you for being there. I don’t know what I would have done—with him or the baby.” She blinked back tears and he thought one of the walls around his heart might have just cracked a little.
He cleared his throat and backed up a bit. “It was good timing.”
Clay slapped him on the back. “Nice work. Glad to have you back home. Mom and Dad are looking forward to seeing you.”
“I’m looking forward to seeing them, as well.”
Clay turned to Kaylee. “Is there anyone we should call?”
“My father. I suppose.”
“I’ll call him now.”
“Thanks.”
“We’re ready to roll.” The paramedic shut the door.
“Should I follow her?” Joshua asked.
“Why?”
“Because whoever came after her just a bit ago isn’t done. He said he’d be back.”
And no matter who their parents were or the conflict that might wind up generating between him and Kaylee, he was worried her attacker might return—and he wasn’t about to leave her and her son unprotected.
Kaylee woke slowly, her body sore, but her heart at peace—at least before her brain kicked in. Her gaze drifted to the white board opposite the bed and noted a new message written on it.
Stopped in to see you, but you were sleeping. Didn’t want to wake you. Call me when you’re up to visitors—and when you’re ready to move in.
Xoxo, Nat.
Natalie Cross, her best friend in high school and the one person she trusted implicitly. Two weeks ago, she’d offered to let Kaylee move in with her, but as a lawyer with one of the most prestigious law firms in Nashville, she wasn’t around much. While she had a home in Wrangler’s Corner that had been in her family for several generations, she kept an apartment in the city for her late nights and early mornings.
Kaylee had yet to make up her mind, but she was leaning in that direction. She would have her own place and help her friend out by keeping up with the house. It might turn out to be a fabulous arrangement when she was ready to move out of her father’s house. Which was going to be soon.
Especially if her father’s marriage went through. She shifted to pick up the baby from his bassinet beside her bed and noticed the bruises her attacker had left on her upper right arm.
But she was safe.
And she had a beautiful baby boy, thanks to Dr. Joshua Crawford. A man who hadn’t hesitated to help. So very different from most of the men she’d crossed paths with. Men like her dead husband. Or the man who’d stalked her until he’d finally made his move and tried to kidnap her.
The thought of her stalker sent her brain spinning back to the man who’d tried to grab her yesterday. If she hadn’t gotten a good look at him, she would have believed her stalker had returned. But that was impossible. Thanks to the quick action of a neighbor, Patrick Talbot had been arrested the night he’d attempted to kidnap her and was now in custody awaiting trial.
Kaylee shuddered, not wanting to think about the man who’d made her life miserable for a little over six months. She still didn’t know what it was she’d done that had focused his attention on her. But that had been over for weeks now, and she didn’t have to worry or think about him again until it came time for her to testify. With a determined effort, she pushed him out of her mind and turned her thoughts to her father.
He’d