Cassie Miles - Hostage Midwife

Serena liked to say that the house had grown organically. The original cabin was long, flat and ranch-style. The living room and attached kitchen fit into an A-frame with solar panels on the roof. A Victorian tower housed Nigel’s home office. There were no predominant colors. Instead, the walls varied from room to room in a veritable rainbow.

“Sit,” Serena said. “Talk to me.”

Coffee mug in hand, Kelly sank onto the sofa. “I already told you what happened last night.”

“But you haven’t told me the whole story, and you need to let it out.” Holding her six-day-old daughter, Serena occupied a large oak rocking chair by the fireplace. She unbuttoned her turquoise muslin blouse and prepared to start breast-feeding. “I can feel your grief.”

Kelly couldn’t deny her sadness. Though she’d never met Nick’s uncle while he was alive, she would forever be connected to Samuel Spencer. For a few moments, she’d held his life in her hands. “I wish I could have done more for him.”

She’d worked hard to keep his heart beating and to stanch the bleeding from the gunshot wound. The paramedics had arrived eighteen minutes after Nick called 911. At that time, Samuel still had a pulse. Nick had gone with the ambulance while she and Marian had stayed behind to talk with the police. Less than an hour later, she’d learned that Samuel never regained consciousness and had died on the operating table. Logically, she knew that Serena was right and Samuel’s death wasn’t her fault, but it always hurt to lose a patient.

“Have you ever wondered,” Serena asked, “why people like you and me choose to be midwives and not surgeons?”

“Because medical school is really expensive?”

“As midwives, we get to help people. Most important, there’s almost always a happy ending.”

Kelly knew exactly what she was talking about. Unlike the nurses who worked in emergency rooms and faced life-and-death situations every day, midwives brought new life into the world. It was a great job. She loved hearing the first cries of a newborn, feeling the grip of a tiny hand around her finger and seeing a perfect cherub face.

Smiling, she watched her friend breast-feed her infant. For the first time this morning, she felt something resembling calm. Serena’s husband had taken the other three kids and Serena’s sister to the grocery store. Though Kelly enjoyed staying with the raucous family with the totally appropriate last name of Bellows, she needed her moments of silence. Leaning back against the yellow-and-green-patterned sofa cushions, she sipped her coffee and said, “This is nice.”

“Being around all these kids and animals drives you crazy, doesn’t it?”

“It’s different.” She had only one younger sister who had stayed in the Chicago area near their parents. “I’ve never been part of a big family.”

“You are now,” Serena said. “You’re one of us, and you’ll never be alone again.”

“Is that a threat?”

“It’s a promise. If you ever need a friend, I’ve got your back.”

“That goes both ways,” Kelly said.

She and Serena had been buddies since freshman year at the University of Colorado in Boulder. Even though they’d lived apart, they were as close as two friends could be. But they weren’t family, not really. Kelly had always wanted children of her own.

Serena adjusted the baby at her breast. “Are you ready to talk about last night?”

She inhaled a deep breath and started talking. “My first reaction was panic. A ringing in my ears. Inability to breathe. Momentary paralysis. It was scary. We had to use a pickax to break the door down.”

“Then the adrenaline kicked in.”

She nodded. When she saw the wounded man, Kelly knew what needed to be done. Her mind was clear, and her hands were steady. She remembered procedures she hadn’t used in years. “It was only after the paramedics took him away that I became aware of what had happened. I had blood all over my clothes. The scarf you gave me was destroyed.”

“The Kelly-green scarf?”

“It’s so corny that you got me a Kelly-green scarf.”

“What happened to it?”

“I used it to stanch the blood flow.” The memory caused her hand to shake, and she set down the coffee mug. “That poor man committed suicide.”

“Are you sure about that? Most suicides don’t shoot themselves in the gut.”

“That was what the police said. They kept asking me if I saw powder burns on his shirt.” She’d torn away his clothing to get to the wound. “I couldn’t tell. There was too much blood.”

“Did the police think it was suicide?”

“There will be an investigation, for sure. But he was in a locked room with the murder weapon in his hand, and he’d left a note that said he was sorry.”

“How did you find out that he’d died?” Serena asked.

“Nick called.”

“Nick Spencer?”

Kelly nodded. “He called me on his cell phone from the hospital. The doctors had gotten his uncle into the operating room when his heart stopped. They couldn’t revive him.”

She didn’t know Nick well, but she’d recognized the pain in his voice. His words were flat and hollow as though he was speaking from the bottom of a deep well.

“What else did he say?” Serena asked.

“The paramedics told him that I did a good job. He thanked me for trying to save his uncle.”

Last night, she’d wanted to comfort him, and she was a little disappointed that he hadn’t called her this morning. Not that she had any right to expect him to contact her; she barely knew the man. Dealing with his uncle’s suicide, Nick probably had his hands full.

“Nick Spencer,” Serena said. “He’s big and tall, am I right? And good-looking?”

“Last night, he was wearing a tux.”

“Yum.” Serena tucked her breast back into her nursing bra. Cradling her infant, she gently rocked. “I think you should call him to offer condolences. Better yet, you should stop by his place and take him a homemade pie.”

“Why would I do that?”

“Well, he just might need a shoulder to cry on. Or a hand to hold. You know, human warmth.”

“Are you suggesting that I take advantage of a tragic situation to make a move on Nick?”

“I’m just saying that you’re both single and there must have been a reason you were alone with him on the ninth floor of the Spencer Building.”

“He showed me the gold.”

“Wow! Nigel is going to be so jealous. He does work for a client in that building, and he’s never seen the gold. Nick must really like you.” Serena was on a roll, talking fast. “This is excellent, really excellent. If you and Nick hit it off, you’ll be motivated to stay in Valiant, and I’ll have a partner. This is so, so, so perfect.”

Kelly chuckled. “So this is about giving me a reason to stay and be your partner. It’s all about you.”

“I’m thinking of you,” she said with a grin. “Honey, you could do a lot worse than Nick Spencer.”

Kelly couldn’t argue that point. Nick was handsome, sexy, funny, capable and rich. “If he’s such a catch, how come some other woman hasn’t snapped him up?”

“He’s only been divorced for a couple of years. From what I hear, he’s a devoted daddy.”

She didn’t know he had children. “How many kids?”

“Two daughters, I think they’re seven and four. Beautiful girls, I’ve seen them in Valiant with Nick but I think they live in Denver with their mom. Both girls have black hair and blue eyes like their father.”

The front doorbell chimed, and Kelly rose from the sofa. “Don’t move. I’ll get it.”

She rushed to the front door. The first ringing of the chimes hadn’t wakened the baby, and she wanted to make sure there wouldn’t be a second bell. She whipped open the door and looked out through the screen.