North? Nurses looked up from their papers and stilled. When they didnt answer him, maybe because they had to choose their words carefully, he sensed the gravity of his brothers condition.
Oh, God. It was bad.
Where is he? Michael demanded in a hoarse voice he didnt recognize as his own. What happened?
Ask a tough question....
An older nurse with a kindly face gave him the bare facts.
A head-on collision in the heavy rain. Tony Ferrar, who was apparently his brothers friend and the driver, died at the scene. The driver of the SUV that struck them, a twenty-four-year-old woman whod possibly been drunk or texting, had flown across the median of the interstate and collided head-on with Wills Mercedes. Shed died at the scene. Will had removed his seat belt and thrown himself in front of his wife. As a result hed suffered back injuries, head injuries and multiple fractures. He needed immediate surgery.
The nurses words buzzed in Michaels head.
Wife?
Was that what Will had wanted to tell him over lunch today? Had he married his secret girlfriend?
On some level Michaels numbed brain faced the harsh reality of his brothers injuries. On another, he refused to accept that his younger brother could be so seriously injured.
Not Will. Michael had called him from Shanghai last night. When Michael had asked him about Bree, Will had refused to discuss her.
I have some big news. Ill give you an update over lunch tomorrow, was all hed said.
Can I see my brother...before his surgery? Michael demanded of the nurse.
Of course. But dont say much or youll tire him.
Only when he saw Wills gray face washed of all color, and Wills body shrunken and as still as death did the gravity of Wills injuries finally hit Michael.
Will. Can you hear me? Its me. Michael, he said gently.
Tubes hissed and gurgled. His brother, whose bruised face was swathed in bloodstained bandages, stirred faintly. His mouth quivered, and he seemed to struggle to focus on Michaels face.
Dont talk, Michael commanded.
Have to... No time... You know, theyre wrong about your life passing before your eyes. Wills voice was so thready Michael had to lean close to his brothers lips to hear it. Its the future youll never have...that matters.
Dont waste your strength trying to talk. Youre young. Youre going to be okay. I swear it.
Not even you can fix this. But you can do one thing for me....
Anything.
Take care of Bree.
What?
Bree... Shes...my wife, Will gasped.
Bree? You married Bree?
Shes pregnant. No time to explain. We didnt want to tell you like this. Just promise me...that youll take care of her and...the baby.
The baby?
Shes pregnant and hurt. I dont know how badly. We were in the backseat. Tony was driving. Tonys dead.... Tried...to save her...for you.
For me...
You care about her.
Sweat broke out on Michaels forehead. His hands opened and closed in fists as fury and concern for her and grief for his brother tore at him.
One thing was very clear. Shed lied about her relationship to Will. They had been involved. After shed slept with Michael, shed gone back to Will as easy as you please, gotten herself pregnant by him so hed marry her. Theyd kept it all a secret from Michael until hed gotten back from Shanghai.
Will had been so dazzled by Bree hed removed his own seat belt to protect her.
Then Michael remembered that Will would receive a million dollars from the North trust when he married, as well as a sizable increase in his allowance. He would receive even more once the child was born.
Had Will informed Bree about all those benefits? Probably.
Her treachery didnt matter right now. Only Will mattered.
His brothers glazed eyes read Michael like a book. I know you dont think you like her. And I knew you wouldnt approve of our marriage, but shes been through a rough time. Shes a wonderful girl. Not a gold digger like you think.
Michael swore silently. His brother was so hopelessly naive.
What you did to her...was all my fault.
Whatever I did, I did it for you, Michael said.
Understood. So, promise me...youll take care of her. If youll do this one thing for me, well be square.
No way could Michael promise that.
Promise me, Will insisted.
The room felt stale and airless. His brother looked so paleMichael couldnt say no to him. He yanked at his collar and tore at his tie that was damp from the rain. He wanted to run out of the room, to get outside, to breathe fresh air.
Through gritted teeth he said, I promise Ill take care of your wife. Carefully Michael took his brothers limp hand and pressed it lightly. Ill even shake on it.
And her restaurant. Help her save it.
Michael nodded.
Satisfied, Wills heavy eyelids drooped shut.
A few seconds later an older male nurse in blue scrubs rushed up to the gurney and flipped through Wills chart. Without a word, he bent over his patient.
Michael stood in the doorway and watched the man wheel his brother away, watched until they vanished down the long hall. The sounds of people rushing past him died. All he could hear was his own heart. Would he ever see his brother alive again?
Suddenly he felt very cold, and very much alone, as alone as hed been as a kid. Since he couldnt stand forever in an empty hall staring at waxed floor tiles and feeling sorry for himself, he turned and headed back to the nurses station where he found Pedro, who took Michael to Bree.
Two women, probably family, hovered over Bree. She lay on a narrow bed that had been curtained off from the other beds in the large room.
Michael held out his hand. Im Michael North, Wills brother. Her brother-in-law.
The older woman took his hand. Im Bijou, her mother. Wait! I never forget a face. Youre that handsome rich guy that came to the restaurant looking for her, yes? I thought maybe you gave her some trouble, yes?
Heat washed through him. Yes.
Im Marcie, the pretty blonde beside Bijou said. I wait tables for Bree and Bijou. Brees just the sweetest person in the whole world. So is Will. I cant believe that two such super people...
Marcie! You need to be strong, oui! Bijou turned to Michael. Well give you a minute with her, she said. But only a minute.
When they left, Michael moved closer to Brees bed. Her thick lashes were still against her bloodless cheeks, so she didnt see him at first. Dark circles ringed her eyes. More than a dozen bruises and livid cuts covered her arms and cheeks. At the sight of her injuries, he choked on a breath.
She looked so slim and fragile in her hospital gown, he felt a stab of fear. She was carrying his brothers child, and Michael had sworn hed take care of her.
Despite the money she must have been after when shed married Will, Michaels resentment toward her faded. If Will died, her child would be Michaels last link to his brother.
Bree? Can you hear me? Its Michael. When I got in from Shanghai I heard about the accident. I came at once.
Michael... Her lashes fluttered weakly, and for an instant her face lit up with pleasure...and with some other more luminous emotion that thrilled him. Her eyes had shone like that when hed first entered her.
Michael... Her lashes fluttered weakly, and for an instant her face lit up with pleasure...and with some other more luminous emotion that thrilled him. Her eyes had shone like that when hed first entered her.
In the next second she must have remembered what hed done because her gaze went flat and cold. Wheres Bijou? What are you doing here? I want my mother back.
Your mothers right outside. Will asked me to check on you, so Im here, Michael said softly.
Will asked you... She let out a harsh sob and turned her face to the wall. I dont believe you! Hes as fed up with you as I am! Go away!
Michael felt conscience-stricken and confused, which wasnt like him.
I dont need you here, she said to the wall, her tone so low he could barely hear her. Will knows that, so youre lying if you say he sent you.
He did. He was facing surgery, and I think he was afraid.
She sucked in a breath. Oh, God... Im being so selfish. Tonys dead and maybe Will wont...and hes in there scared and alone...and thinking of me. Hes so good.
Yes, he is. Michaels voice was hard and condemning.
When she jerked her head around to stare at him again, he noted how the soft blue fabric of her hospital gown molded against her breasts. They told me how badly Will was hurt. They didnt want to. But I made them. If he dies, it will be all my fault. He took off his seat belt...right before that SUV shot across the median and rammed us. Will saw it coming and threw himself in front of me...to protect me and the baby. Poor Tony never had a chance.
Whos Tony?
An odd, almost sorrowful expression passed swiftly over her bruised face. Clutching her sheet, she looked away. Wills best friend. He was driving.
Funny. Ive never met him.
She chewed her bottom lip. I imagine you were too wrapped up in money matters to really involve yourself in your brothers personal lifeexcept when it came to mebecause you saw me as a financial threat.
Her words hurt more than they should have. Will said you and he were expecting a baby.
Her face went even whiter, if that were possible.
H-he had no right to talk to you about the baby. He swore to me he wouldnt.
He asked me to take care of you...and the baby...in case...
She shuddered. It just gets worse, doesnt it? You and mestuck together...maybe without Will?
Its probably just a precaution. I promised him I would. If...if the worst happens. I intend to keep my word.
Really? Your word? She tipped her head back and frowned, studying him. As if that means something. She took a deep, stabilizing breath. Just go away.
I intend to honor my promisewhether or not you want me to, he said.
You deliberately deceived me, to get me to do things I find truly humiliating now. How could I have been so foolish?
Sensual, erotic things hed dreamed of her doing to him again.
I thought Id found the one personnever mind! she snapped. You made it very clear how you really felt about me at a moment when I was most tender and open and vulnerable to you. I dont know how all those other women feel, the ones you date for a night or two, but let me be very clear. You are the last person I would ever want in my life, even casually. I dont care if youre Wills brother and my babys...uncle, or that you feel a duty to keep your promise. I do not want to see you. I do not want my child to know you. Do you understand?
Her words cut Michael deeply. Curiously, he felt guilt, as well. Why should he feel that when hed been trying to protect his tenderhearted brother who had proven time and again he was too trusting when it came to people who were after his money?
Not that Michael showed his pain at her words by even the flicker of his dark eyelashes. Having grown up poor, in a rough Houston neighborhood near the ship channel, hed learned to put on a tough mask whenever he felt the slightest weakness. His mother had barely eked out a living as a masseuse before Jacob North had married her and adopted him.
Until Jacob, his mother had gone from man to man, taking whatever they offered to survive. Michael had worked on the docks so he wouldnt be dependent on such handouts. Hed hated having nothing and being treated like nothing and feeling ashamed of how theyd lived. Hed learned early on that when you didnt have it, money was everything.
Will, on the other hand, had grown up a rich mans adored only son. Will had loved everybody, especially his older adopted brother, whom hed accepted right from the first. Maybe Will was the only person whod ever loved Michael. Hed promised Jacob, to whom he owed everything, that he would look out for Will. Those feelings of profound responsibility carried over to Wills unborn child, even if that childs mother was someone he could never trust.
If Will dies, Wills childyour childwill be a North heir. Then theres the promise I made to my brother. Whether or not you want me in your life, I intend to take a very active interest in that little person from now on.
So this is about money and control? My child is nothing more to you than the possible heir to the North fortune.
Why should he let her know what Wills child meant to him when she would only use such knowledge against him?
A fortune does carry a huge responsibility.
Ill bet youre used to getting your way.
She was right about that.
Her eyes darkened. Well, you wont. Not with me. Never again.
Well see, he said. Then he let it drop. He fully intended to win this battle, but he wouldnt bully the pregnant wife of his injured brother.
I want you to go, she said.
Too bad.
When he sank down into the chair beside her bed, she glared at him. At his thin smile, she shut her eyes and twisted her face away. As he stared at her stiff back, he knew she couldnt force him out of her thoughts any more than he could force her out of his. Just being in the same room with her, even when she was injured, disturbed him.
An hour later, she was still rigid and seething when Wills grim, hollow-eyed surgeon found them.
Mr. North? Mrs. North?
When she opened her eyes and met Michaels, she blushed.
Im Will Norths wife, she said. Michael North is my brother-in-law.
I see. Sorry about the confusion.
Michael had only to look into the surgeons shadowed eyes to know the worst. Will was gone. Slowly Michael stood and shook the mans hand, listening, asking the appropriate questions, thanking him even as ice closed around his heart.
Bree let out a hoarse sob midway through the surgeons detailed explanation.
Your brother lost a lot of blood at the scene....
Michaels vision blurred. He felt himself near some fatal edge. Maybe to steel his own nerves, he concentrated on Bree, whose face had gone as white as her sheets. Leaning over her hospital bed, he took her trembling hand. At his touch, she stiffened. Then, to his surprise, her fingers tightened around his, and she tugged him closer. Grabbing fistfuls of his jacket, she threw her wet face against his broad shoulder and burrowed into it. Clinging to him, she wept soundlessly.
His suit would be a mess tomorrow, but he needed to hold her, needed it more than he had ever imagined needing anything. Despite his own hideous sorrow and the profound gulf that separated them, he was glad Bree was here, glad not to be completely alone with his grief.