The Surgeon's Christmas Baby by Marin Thomas

Author:Marin Thomas
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2015-09-25T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

Startled awake, Hannah stared wide-eyed at the ceiling, her brain registering a sharp pain in her face. Before she understood what had happened, something smacked her in the head and she jumped inside her skin.

“Stop him!”

Alonso’s shout cleared Hannah’s foggy brain and she rolled to the opposite side of the mattress. She pressed her fingers to her throbbing cheek and watched helplessly as Alonso’s arms flailed in the air.

“He’s wearing a bomb!”

Dear God. Her own pain forgotten, she attempted to shake him awake, but he was too strong and pulled away. She sprang from the bed and turned on the light. “Wake up, Alonso!”

“Get down!” He flew off the bed, grabbed her around the waist and threw her to the floor, landing on top of her with his full body weight. The air whooshed from her lungs, and she gasped for breath. Tears of pain filled her eyes and she shoved hard against his chest. “Get off me!”

“Hang on, Tony! Damn it, buddy, hang on!” Alonso squeezed Hannah so hard she couldn’t draw a breath.

“Nooo!”

The pain in Alonso’s voice brought new tears to her eyes. She hated to hurt him, but he might injure her worse if he didn’t wake up from his nightmare. She rammed her knee into his crotch and he released her, then rolled onto his back and moaned.

Hannah scrambled to her feet and grabbed her bathrobe off the back of the bedroom door, then ran downstairs to the kitchen and poured herself a glass of orange juice. Her hands shook as she drank the juice. Once she finished, she poured a glass for Alonso, intending to take it up to him, but she found him sitting at the bottom of the stairs, his bare chest glistening with sweat.

She handed him the drink.

“Hannah.” He set the glass on the step and caressed her face. “Did I hurt you?”

Her nose felt a little numb, but she shook her head. “I’m okay.”

“Your eye is starting to bruise.” He gently pressed his fingers against her cheekbones and nose. “Nothing feels broken.” He threaded his fingers through her hair and felt her scalp, then cursed. “You have a bump back here.”

“My head clunked against the floor when you fell on top of me.”

He took her by the hand and led her to the kitchen, then made her sit at the table. He rummaged through the freezer and pulled out a bag of frozen corn, wrapped it in a dish towel, then sat next to her and held it against the bump. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. I know you didn’t mean to hurt me.”

“No, it’s not okay.” He bowed his head.

“Tell me about it,” she said.

“Tell you about what?”

“The nightmare. You shouted something about a bomb.”

She watched the struggle in his eyes before he placed her hand on the bag of corn, then stood at the sink with his back to her. “I haven’t had that nightmare since I returned to the States.”

If it was that painful to talk about she shouldn’t make him.

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