The Pregnant Witness by Lisa Childs

Author:Lisa Childs
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2014-03-03T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

Maggie’s scream chilled Blaine’s blood. He dropped his phone and ran back into the house—afraid of what he might find.

Why the hell had he left her alone? He hadn’t even checked the house. Mark Doremire could have been hiding somewhere, waiting for his next chance to grab Maggie.

But when he burst into the living room, he found only the older Doremire and Maggie. She was backing up, though, and ducking the blows of the man’s meaty fists.

Blaine jumped forward and caught the man’s swinging arms. He jerked them behind his back. “Dustin Doremire, I am placing you under arrest for assault.”

“No,” Maggie said. “You don’t need to arrest him.” But her cheek bore a red imprint from the older man’s hand.

Blaine jerked Doremire’s arms higher behind his back, wanting to hurt him the way he had hurt Maggie. The old drunk only grunted. After all that whiskey, he was probably beyond the point of feeling any pain. Only inflicting it...

“He hurt you,” he said. And Blaine blamed himself for leaving her alone with Andy’s drunken father.

“He’s hurting,” she said, making excuses for the man’s abuse. “He misses his son.”

Blaine had placed a few calls. But nobody had really answered his questions about Andy Doremire. In fact, they’d thought he was crazy to even ask. Of course the man was dead. His family wouldn’t have been notified if his death hadn’t been confirmed.

Otherwise, he would have been listed as missing. Blaine knew that. But for some reason he had wanted to think the worst of Andy Doremire. He’d wanted proof that her dead fiancé wasn’t the saint that Maggie thought he was—he wasn’t a man worth loving for the rest of her life.

But he was a better man than Blaine was. Andy wouldn’t have willingly left her alone and in danger.

“Are you all right?” he asked her. “How badly did he hurt you?”

She brushed her fingertips across her cheek and dismissed the injury. “It’s nothing. I’m fine.”

She wasn’t fine. He could hear the pain in her voice. But he wasn’t sure whether it was physical or emotional pain. He suspected more emotional. She hadn’t wanted to come here—to Andy’s childhood home. And now he understood why.

“He needs to be brought in,” he said. “I need to arrest him.” Actually he only intended to hand him over to the officer outside to make the arrest and process Mr. Doremire.

“Please don’t,” she beseeched him, her big brown eyes pleading with him, too.

“You never want me to arrest anyone,” he said. “You make it hard for me to do my job.” He had ignored her and arrested Susan Iverson anyway. He was tempted to do the same with Mr. Doremire. “I need to question him.”

“Let me question him,” she said.

He settled the older man back into his chair. The guy collapsed against the worn cushions. The chair was one of the only pieces of furniture left in the nearly empty house. In fact, the Cape Cod made Ash’s little bungalow look almost homey.

Blaine had no intention of letting Maggie question him.

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