The Wolf's Surrender. Sandra Steffen

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      The sound he made had a lot in common with a snort again. “Just open the door.”

      “Yes, Your Honor.”

      She pulled on the door. Using his foot, he pushed it to the wall, then shouldered his way through.

      “Where are we going?”

      Until he saw the elevator door that was standing open, he hadn’t known. Entering the small compartment, he said, “There’s a sofa in my chambers.”

      He figured she would have argued, if another pain hadn’t ripped through her. She squeezed her eyes shut, and he swore every muscle in her entire body tensed.

      They reached his chambers before her pain subsided.

      This was bad. He had no knowledge of medicine. He hadn’t so much as had a cold in twenty years. And while he’d helped his cousin, Bram, deliver one of Bram’s prize quarter-horse colts a few years ago, Grey had no idea how to deliver a human baby.

      With painstaking care, he lowered Kelly to the leather sofa. Instantly, he grabbed the phone on his desk and tried 911 again. The results were the same. He dialed his mother’s number next. He got her machine. He was in the middle of dialing his sister’s number when the phone went dead.

      Reluctantly, he hung it up.

      “What’s wrong?” she asked.

      “The ice must have taken down the phone lines.”

      “My cell phone isn’t working, either. I’m going to have my baby here, aren’t I?” There was hysteria in her voice.

      “I think so.”

      She gasped, and he said, “I can think of worse places.” He could think of better ones, too. Hospitals. Clinics. The moon.

      Kelly took a series of deep breaths. “The labor instructor lied. Breathing doesn’t help.”

      “It’s got to be better than the alternative.”

      Her pain subsided long enough to appreciate his stab at wry humor. She eased back on the supple leather sofa, taking stock of her situation. The baby was coming. She could feel it pressing lower and lower. It hurt so bad. She couldn’t call the hospital or her doctor. But she was warm and dry. And she wasn’t alone.

      She placed a hand on her swollen abdomen.

      “Lie back and rest.”

      She could hear Grey fluffing a pillow. A moment later, he tucked it under her head.

      “Talk to me,” she whispered, her eyes closed. When he made no sound, she realized he probably didn’t know what to say. She whispered, “Who decorated your chambers?”

      “My sister, my mother and my grandmother. Does it show?”

      She smiled, again the epitome of diplomacy. “My grandmother made this pillow for me before she died,” he said. “She made one for my sister, my brothers, and all our cousins.”

      Kelly felt him taking the pins from her hair. She focused on the heat in his fingertips. She lost her concentration during the next pain, but he was still there those interminable minutes later, when the contraction subsided.

      “What do you say we get you out of your boots?”

      She reached for her ankle, but he took over, sliding the right boot off easily. She didn’t know whether to be embarrassed or scared out of her wits. Placing a hand on her belly, she thought about the baby and said, “I can do this.” She said it six times in all.

      The next thing she knew, her other boot was off, too. While he placed it against the wall with the first one, Kelly said, “Women used to have babies at home all the time. We’ve all heard stories of women who gave birth, then went back to work in the rice paddy.”

      “It’s not quite as bad as that,” he answered.

      “Exactly.”

      She brought her legs up, and groaned.

      Grey raked his fingers through his hair. “You’re going to have to remove some clothes, Kelly.”

      Her eyes were round all of a sudden. She swallowed her panic admirably. “Would you mind turning around?”

      He stared at her for a moment before giving her the privacy she’d requested. “Giving birth is no time for modesty.”

      “I know, but the only people who are supposed to see a woman like this are her doctors and her lover.”

      Grey had no business thinking what he was thinking at a time like this. It was the way she’d said lover.

      The quiet rustle of fabric on leather was punctuated by an occasional catch in her breathing. “What was your grandmother’s name?”

      Grey didn’t comprehend the question. “What grandmother?”

      “The one who made you and all her grandchildren a pillow like this one?”

      He turned around again, and saw that Kelly was covered up with her coat. She was still wearing her green dress, but her undergarments were folded neatly on the floor near the couch.

      “Her name was Gloria WhiteBear Colton. Her husband, my grandfather, died before she gave birth to twin sons, my father, Tom, and my Uncle Trevor, who died a long time ago. My grandmother raised my five cousins, but she had a hand in raising my brothers, sister and I, too.”

      Kelly gripped his hand as another pain gripped her. Grey tried to decide what he should be doing. In the movies, somebody always boiled water at times like these. That was the extent of Grey’s medical training. He wet some paper towels at the small sink in his lavatory, then smoothed them across her face. “Did your prenatal classes prepare you for what’s going to happen?” he asked.

      “More or less.” Her eyes were closed, her breathing deep and even. “You should have heard me proclaiming how I was going to have my child naturally. What I wouldn’t do for an epidural or some other painkilling drugs right now.”

      “You have your sense of humor. That’s good.”

      Another pain took her. When it was over, she said, “Keep talking. Even when I don’t seem to be listening.”

      “I’m not much of a talker.”

      “Oh.”

      “It’s one of the downfalls of growing up in a large family. It isn’t easy to get a word in edgewise.”

      “I have one older sister. It was never easy to get a word in edgewise in our house, either.” There were a few seconds of silence. And then she asked, “How many brothers and sisters do you have?”

      He ended up naming and describing all four of his brothers, his sister, as well as his five cousins. He wasn’t sure she heard half of what he said, but it didn’t matter. He sat on a straight-backed СКАЧАТЬ