Carol Ericson - The Pregnancy Plot

She answered the call anyway. “Hello, Jennifer. Were the tiles delivered on time?”

“They arrived yesterday. I opened one of the boxes and I’m not so sure I like that yellow and blue.”

Of course you don’t.

The elevator doors slid open, and Nina stepped into the car, nodding at a woman holding a squirming toddler in her arms.

The woman dipped her chin while blowing a strand of hair from her face. “You need to get in your stroller now, Ben.”

How did kids even move that way? He looked like a giant worm. She placed a hand on her belly. Would her baby be wiggly like that?

“Nina? I said I don’t like the color.”

She blinked. “If we send it back, it’s going to be another two weeks, at least, before the vendor can get another shipment from Italy.”

“Two weeks? I can’t wait. Everything will be done by then.”

“You loved the colors a month ago.”

“You’re right. I’ll keep them.”

“I’ll let Fernando know the tiles are in. He and his assistant will be out tomorrow for the installation.”

She ended the call at the same time the elevator stopped at the first level of the parking structure. The woman had coaxed her son into his stroller and rolled him out the door, calling over her shoulder, “Don’t worry. It’s all worth it.”

Nina’s mouth dropped open when the doors slid shut on mother and child. Had she been sending out that silent motherhood vibe?

She shifted her weight to her other foot, vowing to swap her high, wedged heels for flats any day now. She didn’t need a psychiatrist to tell her that her refusal to switch up her clothes to accommodate her pregnancy was a form of denial. She absolutely wanted the baby, but the pregnancy had been a surprise, and coming on the heels of her breakup with Simon, it had been an overwhelming surprise.

But one she could handle, one she couldn’t wait to handle.

The doors swooshed open on her parking level and she got a whiff of exhaust fumes. She waved her hand in front of her face. She’d definitely be breathing cleaner air if she made the move from LA to Washington, but she’d be leaving her life and her friends behind.

As she headed for her car in the far corner of the parking lot, her cell buzzed again. She held her phone up to her face in the dim light of the garage and squinted at a text from Jennifer—more doubts about the yellow tile.

Pinning her purse to her body with the inside of her elbow, she used both thumbs to text Jennifer some more encouragement. She sent the text and looked up.

“Three C?” she said to herself. She’d missed her aisle.

As she backtracked, a slow-moving car on the row above caught her attention. Unlike when she’d arrived for her appointment this afternoon, the parking garage sported plenty of empty slots. No need for that car to be rolling along at such a slow speed past vacant parking spaces.

In contrast to the speed of the car, her heart rate ticked up a few notches. She turned down the aisle where she’d parked her car and moved as fast as her shoes would allow.

Holding her key fob in front of her, she clicked it over and over just to make sure the car would be unlocked when she reached it.

She glanced over her shoulder at the other car, a black sedan, now crawling down the ramp to her level. She slid out of her shoes, grabbed them with one hand and jogged toward her car.

A woman getting into her car turned to stare at her. Nina didn’t care what she looked like running to her car.

She grabbed the handle, pulled open the door and dropped onto the seat, smashing her fist against the automatic lock. The woman who’d been eyeballing her started her own car and pulled out, giving Nina full view of the end of the row.

The slow-moving sedan showed up in the aisle, and Nina cranked on her ignition. If that car decided to follow her, she’d drive straight to a police station. If the driver was Simon, he’d get the picture soon enough that, baby or no baby, she’d press charges against him for stalking if he kept up this cloak-and-dagger stuff. All he had to do was call her.

Her car’s ignition clicked, but the car didn’t start. She tried again, clenching her teeth against the grating sound coming from her car. She didn’t need car trouble now.

She cut off the unresponsive engine, took a deep breath and turned the key one more time. Again, the engine failed to turn over.

The black car had turned around on the next level and was heading back toward her again. A cold fear seized her. She didn’t know if it was Simon or someone else in that car with the tinted windows, but she sensed a powerful evil heading in her direction.

She cupped her hands over her barely discernible belly, and a surge of protectiveness rushed through her body. She removed her key from the ignition and pressed the red panic button on the remote.

Her car alarm blared alternately with her honking horn as she slid down in her seat.

With her nose just above the steering wheel, she watched the car zoom past her.

A minute later, a man and a woman were knocking on her car window.

She buzzed down the window, and the woman poked her head inside the car. “Are you okay?”

Nina’s heart slowed its gallop. “I’m fine. I...I was trying to start my car, and I hit the alarm on my remote by mistake.”

No point in revealing her emotional instability to anyone else. That’s all it was—pregnancy hormones running amok.

The woman stepped back. “We saw you slip down in your seat and thought you were having some kind of medical emergency.”

“No. I’m fine.”

The man shrugged and turned away, obviously less interested than the woman, concern still creasing her face.

“Can you start your car now?”

Nina turned the key and got the same noise. “I guess not.”

“Can you get a ride?”

The man glanced at his watch.

“I have an automobile club service. I’ll call them.” Nina popped her door handle, since she had no intention of waiting for the tow truck in this rapidly clearing parking lot.

The woman smiled. “You take care now.”

Nina slung her purse over her shoulder and trudged back to the elevator, periodically glancing over her shoulder to look out for the black sedan.

Was it just a coincidence that her car broke down at the very same time a mysterious vehicle seemed to be shadowing her in the parking structure?

Maybe, maybe not, but the scare had just sealed her fate.

She was leaving LA for Break Island, Washington, sooner rather than later.

* * *

JASE FLIPPED UP the collar of his jacket and shoved his hands into his pockets, as the ferry chugged into port. Who the hell would leave sunny Southern California for this godforsaken island in the middle of Puget Sound at this time of the year?

Crazy pregnant lady.

When Jase reached land, he ordered a cup of coffee from the window next to the ticket office. He balanced the cup on the edge of a planter and pulled out his phone.

Jack Coburn picked up on the first ring.

“Jack, I made it to Break Island. I have no idea why anyone would want to open a bed-and-breakfast on this rock. No wonder the place closed down.”

Coburn cleared his throat. “Fishing, sailing, hiking, bird-watching at the sanctuary, and ferries to Vancouver and Seattle. The Moonstones B and B didn’t close down for lack of business. Nina Moore’s mother became ill and passed away. After her mother’s death, her stepfather committed suicide.”

Coburn always did his homework. Jase had known all that about Nina Moore’s tragic history, but he’d been too busy arguing with Coburn about this babysitting job to really take note of her background. Sad stuff—and she didn’t even know about her ex-fiancé yet.