Wanted by Her Lost Love (3 page)

“Don't pretend that you care,” she said softly. “Just do us both a favor and leave.”

He looked like he was going to argue, but again, he bit back the words. He walked toward the door and then turned around to her again. “Nine o'clock tomorrow. You're going if I have to carry you there myself.”

“Yeah, and maybe hell will freeze over,” she muttered as he slammed out of her apartment.

 

She woke up early as a matter of habit. A quick check of her watch, however, told her she had overslept by fifteen
minutes. She would have to hurry to get to the diner by six. After a brief shower, she pulled on her loose-fitting jumper over a shirt and headed for the door.

She held her breath, almost expecting Ryan to be outside. She shook her head and walked down the stairs. He was messing with her head and making her paranoid. Any thought that she was over him and moving on had been shot to hell the moment he showed up in her diner.

A few minutes later, she hustled into the diner to see that Nina was already at work serving their early-morning breakfast customers. Kelly donned her apron, picked up her order tablet and headed toward her section of tables.

For the first hour, she forced thoughts of Ryan and the dread that he'd make another appearance to the back of her mind. Unfortunately, it was obvious that she failed miserably after she messed up three orders, spilled coffee on a customer and retreated to the kitchen to get herself together.

She'd just given herself a stern lecture, calmed her shaking hands and was preparing to return out front when Ralph burst through the doors, a scowl on his face.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

Kelly frowned. “I work here, remember?”

“Not anymore you don't. You're out of here.”

Kelly paled and stared at him as panic rolled through her chest. “You're firing me?”

“You walked out yesterday during our busiest time. No word, no nothing. You didn't come back. What the hell did you expect? And now you're back here this morning and I have a diner full of pissed-off customers because you don't have your head on right.”

She took a deep breath and tried to steady her nerves. “Ralph, I need this job. Yesterday… Yesterday I got sick, okay? It won't happen again.”

“Damn right it won't. I never should have hired you in the first place.” He curled his lip in disgust. “If I hadn't needed a waitress so desperately, I would have never hired a pregnant woman to begin with.”

Oh God, she didn't want to beg, but what choice did she have? The chances of her finding another job at this advanced stage of pregnancy were nil. All she needed was a few more months, just until the baby was born. By then she'd have enough money to stop working and take care of her baby. She'd have enough money to finish the rest of her classes.

“Please,” she choked out. “Give me another chance. You've never heard a single complaint from me. I've never missed work for any reason. I have to have this job.”

He pulled out an envelope from his shirt pocket and thrust it toward her. “Here's your final check, minus the hours for yesterday's disappearing act.”

She took it with a shaking hand and he turned and walked out of the kitchen, the door swinging wildly behind him.

Anger and frustration overwhelmed her. Ryan was still ruining her life, months later. She yanked off her apron, tossed it in the direction of the hook and then left through the back entrance, squinting when she was nearly blinded by sunlight.

As she walked back toward her apartment, she stared at the envelope in her hand. Despair weighed her down until each step felt unbearable. Her damn pride. She should have taken the check Ryan had given her. To hell with him and his nasty accusations. That check represented a way for her to finish school and provide for her child.

She had every reason to refuse it. To tear it up into little pieces and shove it under his nose. Maybe that's why she'd held on to it for so long because a part of her wanted the satisfaction of throwing it back at him.

It had been important to her that he know she wasn't some whore to be bought, but what had that got her? A dead-end job that sucked the life out of her on a daily basis and a shabby apartment that she never wanted to bring her child home to.

Enough with her pride. Ryan Beardsley could go to hell. She was going to cash that check.

R
yan mounted the steps to Kelly's apartment, grimacing as he took in the missing handrail and the shaky stairs. It was a wonder she hadn't already fallen down them. He wasn't entirely expecting to find her home, but he'd stopped in at the diner in case she'd gone to work, only to be told by a surly man named Ralph that she wasn't there.

It annoyed him that her door wasn't locked. He pushed it open to find her on her hands and knees, peering under the rickety recliner. She made a sound of frustration and then pushed herself upward.

“What the hell are you doing?”

She shrieked and whirled around. “Get out!”

He held out a placating hand. “I'm sorry I frightened you. Your door was unlocked.”

“And so you thought you'd just come on in? Did the art of knocking escape you? Get a clue, Ryan. I don't want you here.” She went into the kitchen, opening and shutting cabinets, obviously looking for something.

He sighed. It wasn't that he'd expected her to be any more compliant today, but he'd hoped after the initial shock, she'd be a little less…angry.

When she got back down on the floor again, a surge of irritation hit him once more.

He crossed the room and leaned down to help her to her feet. “What are you looking for?”

She shrugged off his hand and wiped her hair from her eyes. “The check. I'm looking for the check!”

“What check?”

“The check you wrote me.”

He frowned and reached into his pocket for the folded, worn piece of paper. “This check?”

She lunged for it but he held it higher out of her reach.

“Yes! I've changed my mind. I'm cashing it.”

He put his hand out to ward her off and shook his head in confusion. “Sit down, Kelly, before you fall. And then tell me what on earth is going on here. You wait this long, throw the check in my face and tell me to take my money to hell with me and now you've changed your mind? Are you crazy?”

To his utter surprise, she slumped down onto one of the small chairs that accompanied the two person table in the kitchen and buried her face in her hands. To his further dismay, her shoulders shook and quiet sobs erupted from her bowed head.

For a moment he stood there, unsure what to do. He'd never been able to stand it when she cried. An uncomfortable feeling settled in his stomach and he dropped down to one knee to gently pry her hands from her face.

She looked away, seemingly discomfited by the fact he was witnessing her breakdown.

“What's wrong, Kelly?” he asked gently.

“I lost my job,” she choked out. “Because of you.”

He reared back. “Because of me? What the hell did I do?”

She whipped her head up, her eyes flashing. “Your standard line. What did I do? Of course you did nothing wrong. I'm sure this was all my fault, like everything else that went wrong in our relationship. Just give me the check and get out. You won't ever have to be bothered with me again.”

He stared incredulously at her. “Do you honestly expect me to just walk away
now?
” He shoved the check back into his pocket, his lips thin as he controlled the urge to lash out at her as she had done to him. “We have a hell of a lot to work out, Kelly. I'm not going anywhere and neither are you. The very first thing we're going to do is go to the doctor so you can get a decent checkup. You don't look well. I can't be any more blunt than that.”

She slowly stood and stared him in the eye. “I'm not going anywhere with you. If you won't give me the check, then get out. We have nothing more to discuss. Ever.”

He fingered the paper in his pocket and then lifted his gaze to meet hers once more. “We'll discuss the check after we go to the doctor.”

Disgust flared in her eyes. “Resorting to blackmail now, Ryan?”

“If that's what you want to call it. I really don't care. You're going to the doctor with me. If he gives you a clean bill of health, then I'll hand over the check and walk out of here.”

Her eyes narrowed suspiciously. “Just like that.”

He nodded, not bothering to tell her that there wasn't a doctor in this world who could possibly give her a clean bill of health. She was dead on her feet. She was pale and very likely significantly underweight.

She nibbled at her lip for a long while as if deciding
whether or not to acquiesce. Then finally she closed her eyes and let out her breath in a long exhale.

“All right, Ryan. I'll go to the doctor with you. After he verifies that I'm perfectly fine, I don't want to see you again.”

“
If
he says you're okay, then you'll get your wish.”

She lowered herself back into the chair, clearly exhausted. He bit back a curse. Was she blind or just that heavily into denial? She needed someone to take care of her. Make sure she ate three good meals a day. Someone to make her put her feet up and rest.

He checked his watch. “We should be going. Your appointment is in half an hour and I don't know how bad traffic will be.”

Defeat crept over her face, but then she hardened her expression and rose once more. She retrieved her purse from the recliner and started for the door, leaving him to follow.

 

Kelly stared sightlessly out the window as Ryan maneuvered through traffic. She was mentally exhausted from her confrontation with Ryan. She just wanted him gone. She couldn't even look at him without all the hurt from the past crashing through her and turning her inside out.

He parked in the garage of a downtown medical clinic and ushered her inside the modern building. They rode the elevator to the fourth floor and Kelly stood numbly as Ryan checked in with the receptionist.

After filling out her medical history, she was ushered back for the prerequisite pee in a cup. When she exited the bathroom, a nurse directed her into one of the exam rooms where she found Ryan waiting for her.

She bared her teeth in a snarl, prepared to order him out when he held up a hand, his expression as fierce as her own had to be.

“I will hear firsthand everything the doctor has to say.”

His eyes dared her to argue. She swallowed nervously, knowing he'd make a scene if she pushed the issue. She turned her back on him and leaned on the exam table.

She just had to get past the exam, have the doctor tell Ryan that everything was fine, and then she'd be rid of him.

A few minutes later, a young doctor came in and smiled at her. He gestured for her to get onto the table and recline. After measuring her and listening to the baby's heartbeat, he wheeled in a small machine and then applied cool gel to her stomach.

She lifted her head. “What are you doing?”

“Thought you might like to get a look at the little guy or girl. I'll do a quick sonogram for dates and measurement, make sure everything is okay. Is that all right with you?”

She nodded and the doctor began moving the wand over her stomach. Then he stopped and gestured toward the small screen. “There's the head.”

Ryan crowded in so he could see the monitor. She craned her neck to see around him. Ryan looked back at her then hastily slipped a hand underneath her neck to lift her so she could see. Tears filled her eyes and her lips widened into a smile. “She's beautiful!”

“Yes, she is,” Ryan said huskily in her ear.

“Or he,” she said quickly.

“Would you like to find out what you're having?” the doctor offered. “We can take a look.”

“No…no, I don't think so,” she said. “I want it to be a surprise.”

The doctor took a few more minutes and then stood up, wiping her belly clean. He handed her a picture he printed out of the baby's profile and returned to his clipboard.
After a few scribbled notes, he looked back up at her. “I'm concerned about you.”

She frowned and struggled to sit up. Ryan eased her into a sitting position, and she looked questioningly at the doctor.

“Your blood pressure is elevated and there are traces of protein in your urine. There is significant edema to your hands and feet and I'd bet, judging by your weight, that you aren't getting enough nutrition. You're exhibiting signs of preeclampsia and it could lead to serious repercussions.”

Kelly regarded him in stunned silence.

Ryan turned to the doctor with a frown. “What is preeclampsia?”

“It's related to an increase in blood pressure and an increase in protein in urine output. Typically it affects women after their twentieth week of pregnancy. It can progress to seizures, at that point it becomes eclampsia.”

The doctor turned his stern gaze on Kelly before continuing.

“You are only a hairbreadth from going into the hospital and staying there until you deliver, and unless I exact a promise from you and your husband that you'll remain off your feet and take better care of yourself, I'll forgo the warning and straight into the hospital you'll go.”

“He's not my—” she began.

“Consider it done,” Ryan smoothly interjected. “She won't so much as lift a finger. You have my word.”

“But—”

“No buts,” the doctor said. “I don't think you fully understand the direness of your situation. If your condition progresses, it can mean your death. Eclampsia is the second leading cause of maternal death in the U.S. and the leading cause of fetal complications. This is serious and you
need to take all the necessary precautions to prevent an escalation in your condition.”

Ryan blanched, and she felt the blood drain from her own face as well.

“I can assure you, Doctor, Kelly won't be doing anything but resting and eating from now on,” Ryan said grimly.

The doctor nodded approvingly and shook both their hands. “I'd like to see her back in a week. And if the swelling gets worse or she develops a severe headache she's to go directly to the hospital.”

After the doctor left, Kelly sat on the exam table, stunned by the doctor's pronouncement. Ryan slid his hand over hers and squeezed.

“I don't want you to worry, Kelly.”

Worry? She nearly let out a hysterical laugh. Her life was a total and complete mess and she wasn't supposed to worry. She was ready to run screaming from the building.

“Come on,” he said quietly. “Let's go.”

She let him lead her out of the doctor's office and to the car without protest. This couldn't be happening to her. She sat mutely in the car as they drove away, refusing to even look at Ryan. She had no job, and now if the doctor was to be believed, she couldn't have worked even if she hadn't been fired. How was she going to support herself, let alone her baby? She had some savings but it was all earmarked for the baby and school.

Helplessness gripped her and she didn't like it one bit. The shrill ring of a cell phone startled her and she looked over to see Ryan put it to his ear as he expertly weaved through traffic. Her ears perked up when she heard her name.

“We're going by Kelly's apartment to get her things. Book us a flight from Houston and call me back with the
flight number and time. Then call over to Dr. Whitcomb's office on Hillcrest and get Kelly's medical report faxed to Dr. Bryant in New York. Cover for me and have Linda go over any contracts needing my signatures. I'll be in the office in a few days.”

He ended the conversation abruptly and set the phone aside.

“What were you talking about?” Kelly said in bewilderment.

He glanced over at her, a grim expression tightening his face. “I'm taking you home.”

“Over my dead body,” she snarled. She crossed her arms over her belly and pressed her lips firmly together.

“You're going,” he said in a tone that brooked no argument. “You need someone to take care of you since you refuse to do it yourself. Do you want to risk the baby's health? Or yours? Give me a solution, Kelly. Prove to me that I can leave here knowing you'll be okay.”

She stared woodenly at him. “Don't you understand that I want nothing to do with you?”

“Oh yes, you made that clear to me when you slept with my brother. But the fact is you're likely carrying my child—or my niece or nephew, and either way I'm not going to disappear until I know you're both safe. You're coming to New York with me if I have to carry you on the plane.”

“It's not your child,” she said fiercely.

His gaze raked over her. “Whose is it then?”

“None of your business.”

There was a long silence before he finally said, “You're going with me. I'm not just doing this for a child that may or may not be mine.”

“Why are you doing it then?” she shot back.

He ignored her and stared out the windshield, his fingers curled tight around the steering wheel.

When they arrived at her apartment, she got out of the car before he could come around for her and she hurried up the stairs. She could hear him behind her and when she tried to shut the door, he put up his hand and pushed his way inside.

“We have to talk, Kelly.”

She whirled around. “Yes, we do. You said we'd talk about the check. You were certainly willing to throw it at me when you called me a whore. I want it now and I don't give a damn what you think about the fact I'm taking it.”

“I'm no longer offering it.”

“Oh, nice,” she said sarcastically.

“I want you to come back to New York with me.”

Her mouth fell open. “You're insane. Why would I go anywhere with you?”

“Because you need me.”

Pain speared through her chest, robbing her of breath. “I needed you before.”

She turned away before he could respond. She framed her belly with her palms and tried not to panic.

Behind her Ryan was silent. Disturbingly so. Then when he spoke there was an odd, strained tone to his voice.

“I'm going out to have your prescriptions filled. I'll pick us up something to eat. When I get back, I want you to be packed.”