In Protective Custody. Beth Cornelison

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      “I’m afraid Mr. Rialto was pronounced dead on arrival.”

      “Joe is…dead?” Max plowed his fingers through his sweat-dampened hair and swore under his breath. The sour taste of dread climbed his throat, and his limbs shook. “O-okay, do whatever you have to but…save my sister.”

      A disturbing silence followed. His chest tightened.

      “Hello? Did you hear me?”

      “Yes, sir. I… We will naturally do everything we can for her, but…the odds are not in favor of your sister surviving, Mr. Caldwell. It’s the baby we’re trying to save now.”

      “Damn it!” Max yelled into the phone, an uncharacteristic wave of panic raising his voice. “She’s all I have! Don’t let her die!”

      The fire station fell silent, and he glanced up to find all eyes staring at him. He turned his back to the other men and gripped the phone like a lifeline to his sister. The lingering scent of smoke and the stink of sweat and Ben-Gay suffocated him. He needed air. Couldn’t breathe.

      “We’ll do our best, of course.”

      His fire station was at least twenty minutes from the hospital, and he’d have to fight the New Orleans rush-hour traffic. Max squeezed his eyes closed and silently begged God not to take his sister. Then drawing a deep breath, he murmured, “Save the baby. I’m on my way.”

      “Joe?” Emily gazed at Max with unfocused eyes. Her voice sounded thready and hoarse.

      Max’s heart thundered like a rookie’s on his first four-alarm call as he leaned forward and gently squeezed her hand. She’d been unresponsive for two days, so even weak, her voice was music to his ears. The doctors had warned him Emily might never regain consciousness.

      “No, Em. It’s me. Max.”

      “Where’s…Joe?”

      “Shh. Don’t talk. Save your strength.” He fumbled to mash the call button to alert the nurses’ station that his sister had awakened.

      “What happened?” Emily whispered.

      Max grinned slightly, not really surprised that his younger sister ignored his directions. In twenty-one years, she’d never done what he told her. The spoiled brat.

      “Don’t try to talk. You’ve lost a lot of blood, and you need to save your strength.”

      He stroked her fingers with his thumb, and a lump swelled in his throat. God in heaven, how did he tell his sister she was a widow? A single mother? They’d lost so much in their lives already. Both of their parents. Max’s unborn child, then his marriage. Now Joe.

      Focus on the positive. Emily’s baby was doing well.

      A nurse in purple scrubs poked her head into the room. “Yes?”

      “She’s awake.”

      “Wonderful.” The nurse hustled toward the bed and checked the machines hooked to Emily. She took Emily’s blood pressure then smiled at Max. “Her vitals have improved. I’ll get the doctor.”

      He nodded in response then turned back to Emily when the nurse exited.

      “Hey, congratulations. You’re a mama. The doctors delivered your son by C-section a couple of nights ago, and he’s doing great. Six pounds, five ounces of future starting quarterback. I’m saving a spot for him on my Pee Wee team.” He hoped the cheer in his voice didn’t sound as fake to her as it did to him.

      Emily’s eyes warmed, and a faint smile touched her lips. “He’s…okay?”

      Her whisper was barely audible now. He could tell even the few words she’d spoken had taxed her limited strength.

      “He’s perfect. And he needs his mama to rest now. He needs you to get well.” Max brushed a wisp of hair, as black as his own, from his sister’s forehead then gave her cheek a kiss. “And so do I.”

      She closed her eyes, probably succumbing to fatigue rather than in acquiescence, since Emily lived to defy him.

      Her marriage to a man she barely knew and her immediate pregnancy at the tender age of twenty-one typified her willfulness. God, please let her live to defy me again.

      The door opened, and Emily’s in-laws stepped into the room.

      “There’s our girl,” Joe’s father said with a politician’s smile.

      Mrs. Rialto, whose puffy red eyes and splotchy face bore evidence of her grief over her son’s death, cast a watery-eyed glance to Emily.

      A nurse in scrubs caught Anthony Rialto’s arm. “Excuse me, sir. You’ll have to wait outside. Only one visitor at a time.”

      Joe’s father scoffed and, giving the nurse a superior grin, lifted the woman’s hand from his suit sleeve. “Nonsense. We’re family. We only want a minute with her.” His expression grew more ingratiating, though still edged with impatience. “Surely you can bend the rules this once.”

      Max felt Emily’s grip on his fingers tighten slightly. He glanced at her, but Emily’s attention was focused on the Rialtos.

      “Sir, the rules—” the nurse said.

      “Only a minute,” Anthony interrupted. He winked at the nurse and placed a hand at his wife’s back to escort her farther into the room.

      The nurse sighed her exasperation but stepped out of the room without pressing the issue.

      Emily’s eyes widened as her in-laws approached, and what little color she had in her cheeks paled. Her reaction puzzled Max, put him on alert. Though wary, Max rose to greet the couple, extending a hand to Anthony.

      “Well, well, Emily. So glad you’re feeling better. We have business to discuss.” Ignoring Max’s offered handshake, Joe’s father swept past Max with the air of a man used to having his way. The wealthy New Orleans business tycoon exuded power and an iron will.

      Max was unmoved by the man’s credentials in the business world. He’d protect his sister’s interests at any cost.

      As her father-in-law approached the bedside, Emily shrank into the mattress.

      “B-business?” Emily’s wary eyes cut to Max in a silent plea for help.

      “Not now.” Max grabbed the older man’s shoulder, and his grip bit into the expensive silk suit Anthony wore.

      The man sent him a dark glower and shook off Max’s hand. “Now! The baby could be released as early as tomorrow night, after Joe’s funeral. Besides, we can’t wait around and risk her dying without signing.”

      Max bit out an earthy obscenity. Of all the heartless…

      “Signing?” Emily squeaked. The monitor registering her heartbeat beeped faster.

      Max’s chest clenched. She’d just regained consciousness, and her condition was still too unstable for them to upset her this СКАЧАТЬ