Pregnesia. Carla Cassidy

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СКАЧАТЬ He tightened his hands on the steering wheel. There was nothing he despised more than a guy who abused women.

      “Look, if your husband or boyfriend hurt you, then you really should go to the police.”

      “Please, no police, no hospital. Wherever you’re going I’ll just get out there and everything will be fine.”

      “What’s your name?”

      His question was met with silence and once again he looked at her in the rearview mirror. She met his gaze, then quickly looked out the side window. “My name isn’t important,” she finally said.

      “Is this your car? Your husband’s car?”

      “No, I don’t know who it belongs to. It was the only one on the block that wasn’t locked and I was cold. I was just going to sit in it for a little while and try to warm up before leaving.”

      Something definitely wasn’t ringing true. She wasn’t telling him her name or what had happened to her. He’d get the car to Big Bob’s, then figure out what he was going to do with the young woman.

      What he’d like to do was drive her straight to a police station or to a hospital, but he’d heard the absolute panic in her voice when he’d mentioned either option.

      His quick, easy favor for Bob was turning into something much more complex, and that was the last thing Lucas wanted or needed.

      He breathed a sigh of relief as the car lot came into view. He told himself that he wasn’t a part of whatever drama the woman in the backseat had going on and yet there was no way he could just dump her at Big Bob’s.

      She was obviously in some sort of trouble. He needed to get a closer look at the gash on her forehead to see if she needed medical attention.

      He turned into the lot and pulled through a gate that led to a secured area. He’d park the car, drop the keys into a lockbox, then close a gate that would make it impossible for Mr. Deadbeat to retrieve the vehicle using the key he still had in his possession.

      He glanced to the backseat where the woman lay, her eyes closed and looking as pale as the winter moon. He pulled through the gate, parked the car and cut the engine. Only then did she open her eyes and stare out the window as if terrified of what might happen next.

      “I won’t hurt you,” he said softly. “I need to leave this car here, but mine’s parked close by and I’ll be glad to take you wherever you need to go.”

      He opened his car door and got out, then opened the back door. She stepped out of the backseat with obvious reluctance, and as she did, he gasped in stunned surprise.

      She was pregnant.

      Very pregnant.

      The idea that somebody had beat up a pregnant woman caused a wealth of unexpected protectiveness to surge up inside him.

      She was only about five-two, dwarfed by Lucas’s six feet. And when she looked up at him, her blue eyes were once again filled with the threat of tears.

      “Maybe you could drop me at a motel? And maybe I could borrow enough money to pay for the night? I promise I’ll pay you back. If you’ll give me your name and address I swear you’ll get every penny back.” Her voice held a ring of desperation and promise.

      “I can’t do that,” he said. “You’re obviously in trouble. Tell me what’s happened. Tell me your name.”

      Her lower lip began to tremble and her eyes filled with tears. “I can’t.” The two words were a mere whisper.

      She drew a deep, tremulous breath and leaned back against the Buick. “I can’t tell you because I don’t know.” She raised a hand to her forehead and winced. “I don’t know who I am.”

      Lucas narrowed his eyes and stared at her, wondering if she was for real. She could be lying through her straight, white teeth.

      She shivered and he knew he had to make up his mind quickly. She was coatless and pregnant, and somebody needed to clean that wound on her head. He’d do what he could to help her tonight, but in the morning she’d have to be on her way.

      She might not be telling him the truth about having amnesia, but there was no way he could just abandon her in her present condition.

      “Look, my apartment isn’t far from here and my sister lives down the hall from me. She’s a nurse. You need somebody to look at that cut on your forehead. Why don’t I take you there and we’ll figure out what to do with you after that?”

      She eyed him warily and placed her hands on her protruding belly. “I don’t know you,” she finally said.

      “My name is Lucas. Lucas Washington.” He raked a hand through his long, shaggy hair. “I don’t know about you, but I’m freezing and just want to get home. You’re obviously in trouble, and if what you told me is true, then you need to trust somebody. It might as well be me.”

      “You’ll take me to your sister’s?” she asked. Lucas nodded. “And she’s a nurse?”

      “That’s right.”

      “Okay,” she agreed, although there was still more than a little wariness in her voice.

      As Lucas walked to his car with her following just behind him he told himself he’d see her safely through what was left of this night, but tomorrow she had to go. He wasn’t about to get any more involved in whatever drama she had going on in her life.

      COULD SHE TRUST HIM? She didn’t know. He seemed all right even if he did look like what she’d assume a car thief might look like. At least he wasn’t a car thief. She just wasn’t sure what else he might be.

      As she got into the passenger side of his sports car, she shot him a surreptitious glance. His black hair hung nearly to his shoulders and framed a face that was lean and slightly dangerous looking. The black leather jacket he wore stretched across broad shoulders and his dark jeans hugged slender hips and long legs.

      On some level she found him intensely attractive, but could she trust him? Her head pounded with nauseating intensity. But the pain couldn’t touch the frantic terror that clawed inside her.

      Why didn’t she know her name? How had she gotten hurt? Why couldn’t she remember anything? She was pregnant and she didn’t even know if she was married or not. She wasn’t wearing a ring, but that didn’t necessarily mean anything.

      “You all right?” Lucas asked as he turned into the parking lot of an apartment complex.

      At least he hadn’t driven her to some field where nobody would hear her scream. “I guess,” she replied. “To be honest, I’m terrified.”

      He pulled into a parking space, then turned to look at her, his eyes dark and enigmatic. “You don’t have to be terrified of me. I promise I won’t hurt you.”

      “I think that might be what all serial killers say just before they murder somebody,” she replied.

      A rumble of deep laughter escaped him as he turned off the engine. “I guess I never thought about that before.”

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