Instant Gratification

she wasn’t boring. “I hope you weren’t too busy.”

“Are you kidding?” She was going through her bag. “The people here look at me like I’m an alien. I was considering cutting off my own finger for something to treat.”

Ah, there it was. His opening, which he unabashedly took. “So you should be thanking me for bringing you something exciting.”

“A baby,” she murmured, definitely not thanking him. “On the trail. Good Lord.” She sighed. “Definitely not in New York anymore, Dorothy.”

He laughed, something he’d done far too little of lately-which meant Dr. Emma wasn’t just good for erotic dreams, but maybe…just maybe something more as well.

Chapter 4

Stone drove with a controlled speed and intensity that rivaled any cabbie Emma had ever met. In the city, crazy driving had never bothered her for some reason, but here in the remote wild, wild west, with nothing but trees, trees and more trees surrounding them, it seemed more than a little terrifying.

Stone took a hard turn and she slid in her seat against the constraints of the seatbelt. Not her driver. Nope, Stone leaned with the car-though he did wince, probably his ribs-and continued driving without missing a beat.

She watched him. Actually, she couldn’t seem to take her eyes off him. His jeans were clearly beloved old friends, soft-looking and faded. There was a rip over one knee and the opposite thigh, which brought her attention to his long legs folded even in the large cab of his truck. His long-sleeved performance jersey was shoved up to his elbows and read Wilder Adventures over one hard pec. His arms, tanned and sinewy, flexing as he worked the wheel over the roads, still had medical wrap covering the worst of his cuts and scrapes.

Luckily the dirt roads, narrow and curvy as they were, were at least in fairly decent condition. They’d had a lot of precipitation lately. She’d caught the tail end of an unreal spring firsthand, which had caused all the thick, impenetrable growth on either side of the road.

A little too Twilight Zone for her taste, even in the middle of the day. The air smelled like fresh pine and dirt, and at this altitude, felt hotter than hell as it blew in the opened windows. Stone glanced at her and caught her looking at him.

“You’re tough to read,” he said.

“What are you trying to figure out?”

“The last time I saw you, you saw a whole hell of a lot of me.”

“True.”

“I was just thinking that you must have some reaction to seeing me naked before we’ve even shared a coffee…”

Yes. Yes, she’d had a reaction. A very private one. “That was my job.”

He nodded. “And sharing a coffee-”

“Would be a major mistake.”

“Why?”

Because I keep picturing you naked. “Because I don’t mix business and pleasure.”

“Ever?”

“Ever.”

He took a hard right and headed up a narrow fire road.

“Where are we going?”

“Up past the summit, which is where TJ took Neely and Lilah, our clients.”

As they climbed, and as the road narrowed even more, with the wild growth on either side closing in on them, Emma gripped the console as he sped them around a tight corner on the dirt road, nearly getting some air beneath the tires.

He shot her another glance, his eyes touching on her white-knuckled grip on the dash. “You okay?”

“I’ll let you know if you get me there alive.” She pried her gaze off the road and studied his face. He was totally at ease, his big, scraped-up hands on the wheel. The wound over his eye was covered with several large Band-Aids, his apparent fix-all for everything. The stitching didn’t appear inflamed or swollen but he had shadows under his eyes. “And you?” she asked. “How are you feeling?”

“Peachy.”

“Liar. You look like hell.”

“Aw, thanks.”

“Ibuprophen? Icing? Rest?”

Instead of answering, he pulled his vibrating cell phone from his pocket and pushed TALK.

TJ’s voice filled the cab. “Where the fuck are you, over?”

“On my way.” Stone glanced at Emma. “With the doc, over.” He sped up a little, wincing as they took a tight corner and he had to shift.

Yeah, definitely his ribs. “So?” she pressed. “Advil at least?”

“Yeah, I’ve taken plenty of good old Vitamin A, not that it’s helped. As for resting? Hasn’t happened.”

“Why not?”

“Don’t have the time, not with Cam in the Andes and TJ accepting every trip that comes our way.” He flashed a grim smile. “Being a mountain bum is hard work.”

“You need rest to heal, Stone”

“Yeah, I’ll get around to that.” He pulled the truck into the small clearing at the top of the hill next to a Jeep with the Wilder logo on the side. “But for now, let’s have a baby.”

As Stone and Emma got out of the truck, a woman screamed, and every single hair on Stone’s body stood straight up. “It’s killing her.”

Emma didn’t respond. Whatever she was thinking, she kept it to herself as she moved quickly but calmly, her face cool and quiet.

Her game face.

Man, she’d gotten grace and poise in spades, he thought, following her to the front of the Jeep, where on the ground, on a large blanket overlooking the entire valley below, lay a woman writhing in pain, another woman kneeling at her side.

TJ was there too, but he came toward Stone, heading him off, looking pale and shaky.

“How the hell did you not know one of them was pregnant?” Stone asked him.

“She hid it under a big sweatshirt.” TJ shoved his fingers through his hair. “I had no clue. What about you? You’re the one who took their applications.”

“Sorry, but we don’t have the ‘are you pregnant’ question on the forms.”

“It doesn’t matter how it happened now.” TJ let down the tailgate of Stone’s truck and sat heavily. “It happened.”

From the ground, Lilah screamed again. Both brothers jumped.

“She planned this,” TJ whispered in horror. “She wanted this. They’re a couple, a lesbian couple, and hardcore hikers. They wanted their baby born on the trail. A natural birth, Lilah said. Before she started screaming.” TJ swiped a shaky hand over his face. “And then Neely panicked and said she thought something was wrong, and I-”

“Panicked too?”

“Hell, yeah.”

“Guys.” This was from Emma. “Come here.”

TJ swiveled his head toward Stone in sharp panic. “She can’t make me.”

Emma pulled on a pair of medical gloves. “I’m going to need one of you to strap on your big boy pants and man up. I need another set of hands.”

One minute Stone was standing there thinking “fuck no”, and in the next, TJ ever so helpfully gave him a shove toward her.