Baby in His Arms. Linda Goodnight

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СКАЧАТЬ “What are you going to do with her?”

      “Call Social Services.” JoEtta pointed at the altar. “Sit down there and do whatever it is you’ve been doing to keep her happy while I search the church and make sure there’s not a mama lurking around.”

      “You think someone walked in here and had a baby, then left her?”

      “Stranger things have happened.”

      “Not in Whisper Falls.”

      The chief made a rude noise in the back of her throat. “I beg to differ. A woman had twins one year on the Ferris wheel at Pumpkin Fest because that idiot Buster Grubenheimer thought she was screaming from fright and wouldn’t shut down the ride.”

      “True. I’d forgotten about that. She named the babies Ferris and Wheeler.”

      “Sure did.” JoEtta slapped her thigh and guffawed. The baby jerked. “Sit tight. I’ll be back.”

      Creed grinned as the short, squat chief stomped away, gear rattling at her side.

      The sanctuary grew quiet again. A large round clock on the back wall reminded him of the time. With a grimace, he sat down on the front pew.

      “Don’t worry, princess,” he said to the sleeping face. “I won’t bail on you. Not like your mama did.”

      He fished for his cell phone and canceled his first scenic flight of the day. He’d no more than ended the call when the baby’s mouth opened in a whimper that quickly escalated to a cry.

      Creed scooped the frantic bundle against his chest and patted her back. She was probably hungry. He was about to sing again when the police chief marched in from the vestibule.

      “Social worker’s on her way.”

      “You didn’t find any sign of the mother?” he asked.

      “Nope. The way I figure it, the mother slipped in, left the baby and made a run for it.”

      Left at the mercy of strangers.

      The idea twisted in Creed’s gut. Through a cap of fine dark hair, he could see a pulse in the infant’s head. The sight scared him silly. “Maybe we should call Dr. Ron.”

      “The social worker will make that determination. She ought to be here any minute.” The back door opened. “See? I told you. Howdy, Melissa.”

      “Chief Farnsworth.” A surprisingly young woman wearing very high heels with a black business suit and crisp white blouse bustled into the room. Before Creed could say a word, she took the baby from him.

      He didn’t think he liked her.

      * * *

      Haley Blanchard got the call at ten o’clock. She stripped off her gardening gloves, stuck her feet into a pair of flip-flops and jumped into her minivan. Never mind that her hair had escaped its topknot and now danced in auburn wisps around her face, or that she was sweaty, grubby and needed a shower.

      A baby had been abandoned. The thought quickened a sinking sensation deep in her gut, a moment of deep pity. But this was her job. Fostering was what she did. If a child was in need of a temporary home, she provided one. She didn’t let her emotions get in the way of doing the right thing.

      Haley reached Dr. Ron’s clinic in less than ten minutes, a thousand questions and thoughts racing through her head. Who found her? Where? Was she healthy? Who would abandon a baby in Whisper Falls?

      As she entered the building, flip-flops smacking the tile, she was greeted by Chief JoEtta Farnsworth and a social worker, Melissa Plymouth. The three were well-acquainted, having worked together on child welfare cases many times.

      “Where’s the baby?” Haley asked.

      “Dr. Ron’s checking her out.”

      “What happened? Where was she found?” Haley ran her hands down the sides of her dress, glad for the hand sanitizer hanging on the wall.

      The chief gave her a brief rundown, answering the questions she could. At the moment, no one knew why the baby had been left at the church or by whom.

      “Did Reverend Schmidt find her?”

      “Actually, no.” Chief Farnsworth stepped to the right, creating a space between herself and the social worker.

      Haley’s gaze snapped into focus.

      A deeply tanned, dark-haired man slapped a magazine shut and stood. “I did.”

      In her haste to speak with the women, Haley hadn’t noticed the man sitting against the pale green wall. Now she did. Creed Carter, the helicopter pilot. She’d seen him around, mostly at the Iron Horse Snack Shop, knew he flew a helicopter all over the place and was too good-looking for anyone’s good. He was the usual well-built, compact size for a pilot. Dark spiky hair, black cargo pants, black golf shirt with a bright yellow helicopter logo on a very nicely formed chest.

      She yanked her attention from his chest to his dark chocolate eyes and found those every bit as compelling as the rest.

      His lips twitched. He’d caught her staring.

      Haley lifted her chin and eyed him coldly.

      Arrogant. Overconfident. A typical flyboy. She decided not to like him.

      “What were you doing in a church that early in the morning?” Her words were sharp with suspicion.

      “Praying.”

      His mild expression pricked her conscience. Okay, so she’d been a little rude. The man reminded her of someone she’d dated. Well, a lot of someone she’d dated.

      “Why would anyone abandon a baby in a church?”

      “Why would anyone abandon a baby at all?” A muscle ticked under his left eye.

      “Good point.”

      Clearly, he wasn’t happy to be here. Typical of a flyboy. But he’d stuck around, and that was the part—the only part—that interested Haley, regardless of how good-looking Creed might be.

      “There was a note,” he said.

      JoEtta Farnsworth, who scared Haley a little with her gruff demeanor, dug inside her brown leather vest and produced a folded piece of notebook paper. “Looks like it was ripped right out of one of those spiral notebooks kids use in school.”

      “What does it say?”

      “Not much, but enough to know the mother thought she had no other choice. She seems desperate and certain she’s doing the right thing. Tragic.”

      Tragic didn’t cover it as far as Haley was concerned. Irresponsible. Selfish. Some mothers were. No one knew that better than Haley. “May I read it?”

      “Sure.” The chief passed the note over.

      Haley read the note and then looked up. Creed Carter watched her СКАЧАТЬ