Death Warmed Over by Kate Flora

Author:Kate Flora
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: ePublishing Works!
Published: 2017-07-24T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 18

I needed to call Jonetta back. Instead, I huddled on the icy bench. I didn't know what to say. Telling her the school was screwing around and I was pissed wouldn't be helpful. She still had to protect Johnny from their blundering—a real live human being who needed her help—while my job was, or had been, to protect our client's reputation and now was becoming one of protecting our own.

After my endless day, the unpleasant conversation with Reeve left me feeling like someone had drained off most of my blood. I put the phone away and stared out into the parking lot. My shoulder ached. I was so hungry my stomach was singing the blues and a headache was joining my other miseries. It happens when I get overtired and don't eat. Right now, my to-do list was very short: call Jonetta. Find food.

My phone rang as I was reaching for it. Reeve. I let him go to voice mail. If he was coming to his senses, it wouldn't hurt to let him stew a bit. If he'd called back to argue, I wasn't interested.

Behind me, I heard the automatic doors open and the scuffle of feet as two people with lowered voices headed for the parking lot. As they passed me, I saw, just beyond them, a flash of pink. They were oblivious, heads together in some private grief, as the small girl from the waiting room streaked past them toward the parking lot. She was moving fast, bent on escape, too little to pay attention to the ambulance that was flying toward her, sirens on and light flashing.

I jammed the phone into my pocket as I streaked to my feet, dashing past the slow-moving couple and into the street. I grabbed the child with no seconds to spare, swinging her out of the way and landing hard, my hip slamming into the curb, as the ambulance finally came to a stop fifteen feet away. A man's furious face glared at me from the passenger window. Despite obviously being some kind of medical professional, his words were not "Are you okay?" or "Is she okay?" but "You stupid bitch. You nearly got your child killed." He didn't bother to exit the vehicle to find out if we were okay.

I was blinking away tears from the pain as I tried to comfort the terrified child when a familiar voice from behind me exploded, "And if you hadn't been driving too fast, my wife wouldn't have had to rescue the child. Who... is... not... hers!"

My knight in shining armor. As he bent over me, words of concern pouring out, I handed him the little pink bundle. He had many nieces and nephews and far more experience with children. Despite her wails and angry red face, she was a tiny, adorable creature with sweaty blonde curls and deep brown eyes.

"Her parents are in the waiting room."

The image of my handsome husband, who so desperately wanted a child, holding this one brought on the tears I'd been holding back.

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