Tension vibrating through every fiber of his being, Ethan shouted, Nicole? Are you down here?
When there was no answer, he strode down the corridor, checking doors as the doctor hurried in his wake. The first two rooms were dark and silent. The window of the third was blurred with condensation, and when he felt the door handle, it was cold to the touch.
Robert and a handful of security officers appeared at the far end of the corridor. Ethan shouted, In here! He worked the door handle and shoved through, gut tight with apprehension. Nicole?
His heart stopped, simply stopped when he saw the motionless figure strapped to a gurney. Dark curls fanned out from a too-pale face, and her lips were the same blue as the thin blanket that covered her body.
Nicole! He skidded to her side and yanked at the straps holding her down. When she was free, he felt for her carotid pulse and nearly shuddered at the feel of her corpse-cold flesh. Then, miraculously, he felt a faint flutter beneath his fingertips. Another.
Move! Dr. Eballa hustled him aside. Weve got to get her upstairs, stat!
She turned the gurney toward the door. As she did so, Nicoles eyelids flickered open. She looked around wildly for a moment, then her eyes fixed on Ethan. Her lips formed the words, Thank you.
Then she was gone, whisked away by the doctor, who snapped orders about heating blankets, warm-water lavages and an ultrasound. Ethan followed, but Dr. Eballa barred him from cramming into the car with the gurney and the security officers. Meet us up there, youll just be in the way. Then she paused, and said, Ill put a guard on the door, and shell get the best medical team in the state. God willing, she and the baby will both be fine.
Then the elevator doors slid shut, leaving Ethan behind. He wasnt alone, though. He could hear Robert in the cold room, ordering the security officers to seal the scene and call in the PD, and Evangeline stood in the hallway nearby. He saw the knowledge in her eyes when she said, Lets head upstairs. Youll want to be there when theyve got her stabilized.
Its not what you think, Ethan wanted to say. Icant be a father.
Instead, he turned and headed for the stairs, rubbing absently at his chest where an ache had gathered.
Robert emerged and fell into step at his side. Theyll secure the room and Ill make sure the pothead sits down with a sketch artist. Ill put some men on Miss Benedicts room. Once shes conscious, well want the artist in with her, too. A flicker of satisfaction crossed his face. This could be the break weve been waiting for, our chance to nail these bastards.
Instantly furious, Ethan grabbed his boss and slammed him up against the green-painted wall. He crowded close, levered an arm across Roberts throat and got in his face, growling, Stay the hell away from Nicole. Shes not a break in your case, shes not bait, and shes not a pawn in one of your spy games.
The big man didnt give him the satisfaction of struggling. He merely narrowed his eyes. Then what is she?
Ethan didnt hesitate, knowing the lie was a necessary evil. Shes mine.