Lisa Childs - Watching Over Her

Ash shook his head again. “I don’t know.”

“Where was he shot?” she asked. “How many times?”

“What the hell happened?” Truman asked the question before she could add it to her others.

“We went back to that cabin,” the other agent replied. “The woman told us the others were there getting the money she and her husband stashed somewhere on the property.”

Maggie gasped. “Tammy wouldn’t have helped Blaine. She wanted him dead.”

“It was an ambush,” the agent confirmed.

“But Blaine was expecting it,” Ash said. “We got them all. It’s over, Maggie.”

But so might Blaine’s life be over. “Where was he shot?” she asked again. “How many times?”

“Just once,” the other agent replied. But from Mark’s and Sarge’s deaths, she knew once was enough to kill. “The bullet grazed the side of his neck.”

“It nicked an artery,” Ash said. “He lost a lot of blood.”

“But he’s alive,” she said, clinging to hope.

Ash nodded but repeated, “He lost a lot of blood, though.”

“The doctors aren’t sure he’s going to make it,” the other man added. “After they stabilized him, they flew him here.”

“Why?” There were hospitals closer to the cabin. Good ones.

“The last thing he said was your name,” Ash told her.

So they’d thought he wanted to be with her? He had probably only been worried that Tammy had set a trap for her as well as him. She’d wanted them both dead.

But Maggie didn’t care why they had brought Blaine here. She had to see him. She turned to Truman. “Can you keep an eye on Drew while I go see Blaine?”

“Of course,” the big man replied, but he looked nervously at the tiny baby as if afraid that he might awaken.

“This way,” Ash said, as he guided her down the hall to an elevator. They took it to the ground floor and the intensive care unit.

“Only one person at a time,” the nurse at the desk warned them.

Ash waved her forward, so she followed the nurse to Blaine’s bedside. Her golden-haired superhero looked so vulnerable and pale lying there. An IV dripped fluids—maybe plasma—into him, probably replacing the blood he’d lost. A bandage covered the wound on his neck. The injury had been treated.

Now he just had to fight.

“Please,” she implored him as she grasped his hand. “Please don’t leave me.” Tears overflowed her eyes, trailing down her face to drop onto his arm. “I can’t lose you. You have to fight. You have to live.”

Panic had her heart beating frantically, desperately. What could she do to help him fight? How could she lend him some of her strength, as he had always given her his? She wouldn’t have survived without him. Even with all the robbers dead or in jail, she wasn’t sure that she could survive now without him.

“Please,” she implored him again, “please don’t leave me.”

His hand moved inside hers, his fingers entwining with hers. He squeezed. She glanced up at his face and found his green-eyed gaze focused on her. He was conscious!

Embarrassed that he’d caught her crying all over him, she felt heat flood her face. “I’m sorry,” she said.

“Sorry?” he asked, his voice a husky rasp.

“I—I’m crying all over you,” she pointed out. “And I’m making assumptions.”

“Assumptions?”

“I shouldn’t have assumed that you’re with me,” she said. “I know that you’ve just been protecting me—that you’ve just been doing your job—”

He tugged his hand from hers and pressed his fingers over her lips. “Shh...”

The man was exhausted, and here she was, rambling away. She had always talked too much.

“I’m sorry,” she murmured again—against his fingers.

He shook his head—weakly. “You’re wrong...”

Before he could tell her what she was wrong about, the nurse stepped back into the area. “He’s awake? Mr. Campbell, you’re conscious!” She leaned over and flashed a light in his eyes.

Blaine squinted and cursed. “Yes, I’m conscious.”

“I have to get the doctor!” the nurse exclaimed as she hurried off.

“I should go,” Maggie said. “I should tell Ash that you’re awake.” His friends had been worried about him, too.

“I think he probably heard,” Blaine pointed out, as the nurse’s voice rang out.

“Then he’ll want to see you,” Maggie said. She tugged on her hand, trying to free it from his so that she could escape before she suffered even more embarrassment. But before she could leave, a doctor hurried over with the excited nurse.

But even while the doctor talked to him—telling Blaine how lucky he was—he wouldn’t release her. While she loved the warmth and comfort of his hand holding hers, she dreaded the moment when they would be alone again. Because even though he hadn’t died, she suspected he would still be leaving her.

* * *

BLAINE WAS GRATEFUL to the doctor for saving his life, but he couldn’t wait to get rid of him and the nurse. He wanted to be alone with Maggie again.

But the doctor wouldn’t stop talking. “You’re going to need to take it easy for a while and let your body recover from the blood loss. We’re going to keep you in ICU overnight. You really need your rest.”

“I should leave,” Maggie said again as she tried to tug her hand free of his.

He wouldn’t let her go, though. He was strong enough to hang on to her. She gave him strength. Hearing her sweet voice had drawn him from the fog of unconsciousness. She’d made him want to fight. Had made him want to live...

For her.

With her.

“No,” he said. “I need to talk to you.” And he gave a pointed look to the doctor and nurse, who finally took his not-so-subtle hint and left them alone.

“It’s okay,” she said. “I understand. You don’t have to explain to me that you were just doing your job—protecting me and Drew. I know that you don’t feel the same way about me that I do about you.”

He reached out again and covered her silky soft lips with his fingers. “Sweetheart, you do talk too much.” She’d said it herself, but until now he hadn’t agreed with her.

“Sweetheart?” She mouthed the word against his fingers.

“But that’s the only thing you’re right about,” he said. “You’re wrong about everything else.”

She stopped trying to talk now, and she waited for him to speak. That had never been easy for him—to share his feelings. He’d been hiding them for too long.

And obviously he’d hidden them too well from Maggie because she had no idea how he felt about her.

“You were never just a job to me,” he said. “If you were, I wouldn’t have had to protect you myself. I would have trusted you to Truman or someone like him way before I had to—”

“But you did,” she murmured against his fingers.

“I had to,” he said, “or I was never going to figure out who was trying to hurt you and the baby. But it killed me to not be with you every day.” And when he’d had to leave them again—after Drew had been born—it had literally nearly killed him. “I don’t want to be away from you and Drew again.”

Tears began to shimmer in those enormous brown eyes of hers. “Blaine...?”

He knew what he wanted to say, but he didn’t know how to say it. “I don’t have a ring...”

He couldn’t forget the size and shine of the diamond Andy had given her. But Andy was gone. She had accepted that; Blaine needed to accept it, too.

“And I can’t get down on one knee right now...” Hanging on to her hand had sapped all his strength. If he tried getting out of bed, he would undoubtedly pass out at her feet.

“I don’t need a ring,” she said. “I don’t need any gestures. I just need to know how you feel about me.”