Storm Watch

9

CECE GRABBED her stomach as another contraction took over, this one deeper and far more intense than the last, and when she opened her eyes again, breathing as if she’d just run a marathon, she realized she was on her knees, clutching her belly. Worse, her stranger had come right into her garage, crouched at her side, and was supporting her with an arm banded around her back.

“There you go,” he said in a low, gruff voice that went with the badass boots and leather jacket, which he wore over a plain tee and torn jeans, all matching the tough expression on his face. “Keep breathing.”

She’d planned on it, thank you very much, perfect stranger.

“How far apart are the contractions?” he asked.

She had no idea. “Oh, God,” she gasped as another hit.

“Not far,” he muttered, summing up the situation with one brief, unhappy glance.

She breathed through the worst of the pain, and then managed to look at him. She couldn’t see past the brim of his cowboy hat, which didn’t help. “Who are you?”

“Hunter. Hunter Bryant. I live next door. Who are you?”

She narrowed her eyes, still breathing like a lunatic. “No one lives next door.”

“I just moved in a few days ago.”

Well, if that was true, he was gone every night, which made him exactly the kind of man she did not need right now.

“Listen, is there someone I can call for you? Because I’m not any good at this.”

“I haven’t seen you,” she said stubbornly. “Oh, God. Goddammit.” The pain came hard and all-consuming, and nothing like menstrual pains, damn her damn doctor who’d said they would be. “Did I die?” she demanded, gripping the front of his jacket and fisting it tight. “Are you my frigging angel of death, Mr. Badass Biker Dude? Because first of all, the irony? Sucks. And second, I’m not ready to go. I have a baby coming and I’m all it has. Well, me and Lizzy, but she’s bailed me out of every mess I’ve ever gotten myself into, so it’s my turn to finally stand up and do this right. Do you hear me? I’m not going. I refuse.”

He got to his feet and pulled her to hers, slow and steady, carefully holding on to her. He had dark hair, dark eyes, darker stubble on a strong jaw, and a deep frown that left a groove in the center of his forehead.

He was no happier about this than she was.

“You didn’t die,” he said. “You’re very alive, as evidenced by your pain.”

“Okay, good point. Fine. I’m alive. And kicking,” she warned him, huffing for breath, using him to steady herself in spite of her misgivings, because she was shaking all over. “And you should know, I really can kick your ass, especially if you’re here trying to loot the empty condos. My sister makes me do Tae Bo, and I can kick you to Timbuktu.”

“Tae Bo is an exercise regime, not self-defense, and I came because I heard you scream.” He sounded as if a woman screaming wasn’t all that uncommon in his world. “Tell me your name,” he said, a quiet demand.

“I didn’t scream.” But then another contraction hit and she gasped, and dammit, screamed a little. When it’d passed, she was left panting. “Okay, maybe I did.”

He was completely supporting her now, and when she could, she forced herself to loosen the death grip she had on him, but he kept his on her. “I’m going to pick you up now, Jane Doe.”

“Ha. And, no.”

“Can you walk?”

“Also no.”

He held out his leather-clad arms. With a sigh, she closed her eyes. “You’re a badass. Your kind is why I’m in this mess. I gave you all up.”

“Would it make you feel better to know I’m hardly ever badass anymore? Just sometimes on the weekend?” He added a smile.

She didn’t return it.

“I’m kidding,” he said. “And I’m sorry to tell you, but we have to get you out, regardless of what you think of me.”

“I weigh two tons.”

“I don’t know,” he said as he scooped her up. “One ton, maybe. Definitely not two.”

Her gaze flew up to his. His dark eyes gave nothing away. He was sporting at least two days’ of growth on his lean jaw. He wasn’t smiling, wasn’t looking particularly kind or gentle at all, which actually was a good thing. If he’d been either, she might have fallen completely apart. As it was, she really did have to keep it together in case she still had to kick his ass.

With her in his arms, he stepped out of the garage, his boots sloshing through water. As her eyes adjusted to the daylight, she gasped.

The storm hadn’t let up, and the street was flooding. Her savior was standing nearly knee-deep in water. “Ohmigod.”

He was leaning over her, trying to protect her from the rain and wind as he walked. “It’s going to be okay.”

“How?”

He didn’t answer, probably because he was saving his energy for carrying her. She blinked through the rain into his face. He was thirtyish, she guessed, maybe even younger. He had a scar slashing through his left brow, and another on the outside of his eye.

Savior, or scary ax murderer? “How do you know it’s going to be okay?” she demanded. “Tell me.”

“I don’t. I just don’t want you to panic and have that baby right now.”

“Oh.” She let out a low laugh, shocking herself that she even could. “You’re not supposed to tell me that part.”

“Why not?”

“Because it’s too honest. People don’t like too honest.”

“I do.”

“Yeah, well, I guess I do, too-Hell. Oh, hell,” she whimpered, and tried to curl in a ball as another contraction hit her with the same velocity as a freight train. “Oh, God. I am not going to have this baby right here, right now, not by myself!” As she twisted and writhed in his arms, she let the pain take her. She had no choice, it came in heavy, unrelenting waves.

Vaguely, from somewhere far outside her world of pain, she heard Hunter swear roughly, and then she lost herself for a moment. When she came out of it, he was stroking her hair from her face and murmuring, “Keep breathing, that’s it.”

She opened her eyes. She was in the backseat of a vehicle and her stranger was buckling her in. “The storm-” She gulped for air. “We’ll float away.”

“Don’t worry, it’s a Hummer,” he said. “It’s a friend’s. I’m repairing it for him. My Harley was out of the question.”

“I want my sister.”

“Where is she?”

“At the hospital, she’s a nurse.”

“Okay, Jane Doe, let’s go.”

She gripped his big, warm hand in hers before he could move away. “Don’t worry? Was that another empty platitude so that I wouldn’t panic and have this baby on you?”

A very slight smile tweaked the corner of his wide, firm mouth. “You shouldn’t ask a question that you don’t want the answer to.”

“Oh, God.” She closed her eyes and bit back the need to lose it. “I don’t want you to deliver this baby.”

“Baby, that makes two of us.”

“You know what?” She shook her head. “I’m just not going to do this. I’m not going to be in labor. Mind over